Splashing water on her face
She remembered broken bird calls
While anecdotes were passed around
The campfire of laughing friends:
The sidelong glance and smile
She captured,and the flapping of wings within.
Breathing the cool air of valleys
The wilderness strangely summoned up
Memories of sweat-soaked wrinkled sheets
Discarded signature tunes and fading scars
Deserted park benches and reluctant farewells
To a city challenged by self-love
Where words eavesdrop on words
And unruly whispers rain on
A raga of unsuspecting flames.
A poem that lingers long in the memory .A deftly woven piece leaving the reader glimpsing deeper matters as if through a glass darkly.
Thank you very much,Louis.
Craftly written, with an innuendo of sadness
Thank you,John.