So here we are
dangling our feet
in the water
in the rain
You sit like a Garden ornament without the rod
and talk forever
like there is no end
and I watch the bunions develop
on your toes
There are birds
Singing
in the half nakedness
of the trees
the wind blew
before
and your voice carries
across the chlorine
of the pool
Lost in blue
Eventually I dive in
To find
you still talking to yourself
learning french
from the walkman in your ear.
16/9/2004
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