There is nothing worse than waiting for some undefined time to pass
Waiting for the appointed tuning of
The car
Southern view of Port Phillip Bay
Summer holidays
And for some strange reason
Mornington was singing
With free breezes from a glistening sea
And not the tangled colour
Of people
Quite a surprise
A relief
~
Wandered into a cafe
For some capuccino time
~
A tiny sparrow shared our moment
Watching thoughtfully
On a verandah chair
Gracefully accepting
A few stray crumbs
For the family at home
~
But the soul felt restless
Here
Was not
The place
Today
~
And so
We walked
Happening on
A deserted field
Laden with freshly mown grass
~
Only a seagull or two
Watched
Maybe
With interest
~
And we found
In a pocket
Of stubborn grass
By the fence
An old cricket ball
Ragged
Pale
Forgotten
~
We spaced
Far apart
But facing each other
Smiling
And we arched the ball
In a bridge-like curve
A vital rainbow of energy
Between
Two pylons
~
Over some indefinite time
There were
Many curves
Many curves and
Many rainbows
~
And all too soon
~
The car
Was tuned
~~ Posted HubPages + Posted "Poetry Showcase" as "Tune-Up" - 20.01.08
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