Lakeside
Stood in the dark
stopped on the pavement beneath the pink blossom
that I can’t see but I know is there
because I can smell it.
looking at the lights on the lake and
the tram shimmering by almost graceful
beneath a sky that’s that bruised colour -
Pink blue, beautiful.
I can see it all through the remaining trees, a favourite filter.
Disturbed, I see two women
move towards – no, past – me
the taller, dark, indistinguishable
the other, blonde and in white, winks
I smile back– but I’m not hers,
as in her smile I hear only your giggle
and the tower chime the hour as
I smile alongside the geese,
homeward bound.
