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by Ken W Simpson

Tokens in a slot machine
the songs began
'Can you recollect
how we first met'
crooning
plaintively yearning
faded faces
'We thought we were free
disdainful of authority.'

One day
at a cafe on a corner
'That summer I saw you
long ago
barefoot in the moonlight'
impatient for love
alone amidst transients
a ceiling fan
cigarettes, coffee stains
damp armpits
cracked porcelain
a decaying menu in between
two pairs of eyes.

From: 
Ken W Simpson


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ABOUT THE POET ~
I am an Australian poet specialising in free verse., A number of my collections are available online at Amazon and elsewhere.


Last updated March 03, 2014