A day;
caught in the fleeting glimpse,
through the falling curtain
of a fountain's falling flashes.
A coffee balanced on concrete counter
and traces of a town
drift through the veil
and perform for my entertainment.
Couples, arm in arm;
jealous notions
and considerations of flinging stones
and warnings of emotional poverty.
The older man who awaits an unknown,
looking at his watch,
seeing his sand slip away.
Another sip brings the youth;
he stands, arms folded opposite me.
His black attire and eyeliner
contrast with his grim smile
as he nods to the beat in his ears
and stares back,
unabashed at me.
I look away.
His black hair, long and tied back;
a statue to be ignored
or admired
as others see fit.
Across the square, the imitable jabberings
of the tracksuit-generation
catches the eye of my lone jackal
and my sneer is reflected;
a turn of the head,
a flick of his obsidian locks
and a curl of his lip.
A commotion;
a family erupt
like an urban Vesuvius from the bear shop;
children waving furry skins
and two wild eyed guardians
bring up the rear
collecting falling stuffing
that has been knocked out.
The fountain becomes the focus;
my youthful narcissist
stalks past the urban massive
and away into studied obscurity.
The family rage onwards
like a cloud in a fishbowl
they encircle the couple, hand in hand,
until they blend and become one
for just a moment
and the raving group with bears and skins
spit the bewildered lovers out
leaving dazed perplexed faces;
uncomprehending eyebrows
raised in confusion
as they walk on.
Finally, I turn,
my companion; the old man
has wandered away, round the fountain;
gone away to his future.
Looking forwards, he looks back;
to meet my eyes
through the raining falls,
and glistening curtain,
he seems distorted
and turns to walk away.
Whom he follows; the family or the narcissist?
I do not know.
But he was there.
Unknown "Sugãr Dãddy" Sexy
- 16 years, 3 months, 2 days ago