in the square
they meet
Like forgotten exiles
Cigarette ash grey
With eyes that listen more
then look
A small child throws bread
to them
Their head movements are
battery operated
From the jacaranda tree
the silent
purple bells
have fallen abandoned
on the garden seat
The wind has blown
'til it is blue in the face
or at least purple
Between branches
a spider's web is a thumbprint
on sunlight
In the jacaranda tree
children swing on ropes
among branches
the wind catches their laughter
on its web
The beach is uninhabited
except for gulls
and a few fishing boats
Only shadows are cast off
the jetty
Morning is unloading its light
by the sand bucket full
Slowly
day enlarges
like a fisherman's tale
The beach lies stretch-marked
with tyre tracks
For weeks trucks have been
dumping their sand
Building sandcastles
The jetty has taken the tide out
for a walk
Gulls have gone fishing
while clouds drift
boat shaped
Again the horizon has managed
to draw a straight line