moments mellow
hands cupped
in anticipation of rain
or to catch
God's needed grace
as balm unto her soul
she sits alone
she smiles
then frowns
in silent conversation
with someone past
not present
except in mind
and heart
I notice her
across the crowd
sipping white wine
as below us
the Thames
flowed
seaward
gulls shreaking
above the chitter chatter
her expression
was
benign
sublime
not of this present place
nay world
and as the waiter
took her glass
I almost felt
brave enough
to ask her name
but fleeting courage fled
rising deep in private reverie
she turned to me
and in her eyes
she showed
she knew
my thoughts
on her thoughts
moments mellow
moments mild
as below me
the Thames
flows
seaward
Poetry by Peter Humphreys
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Written on 2009-04-25 at 00:04
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