In The Afternoon

Sometimes a new friend invites me to explore

his mind

In a room full of old newspapers and coffee cups

stained with time

Asymmetric forms glint in white light; colours clash and clang

On muffled speakers Billy shouts piano man

 

He smiles as if to say here

take my thought

Turn it in your mind

Add, subtract, divide and make it sublime

Catch my words, flip them around;

Resonate with your sweet harmony divine

 

I gaze at purple shades,

Tap my boots and sink into my chair

A silken discovery of a languorous afternoon

beyond care