You were staring down an ancient tree
the day I tripped over your name.
A sudden flurry of comprehension
and there we were, drinking tea leaves
from floral china platitudes.
Words washed in a thicket of twittering
soul feathers all crying for attention.
You found mine, a piece of jigsaw
lost without ever being missed.
I sheltered under this umbrella
drying my softness from the unfelt rain
wiping smudges of cold desolation,
cheap lipstick marks on coffee cup edges –
then you smiled as I stopped talking
and started to write them all down.
Entered for Open Link Night at http://dversepoets.com/ on 07/02/12