CONVERSATIONS BETWEEN DISCARDED OBJECTS:

I’m sat on a wall,
In the shade,
Where no one can see me,
Between two parked cars,

People take their tops off,
Lie back,
Soak up the rays of the sun,
In a place where they think they can’t be seen,

They don’t interest me,
I look away,
Transfixed by a piece of Red & White tape,
Dancing in the wind,

It makes me happy to watch it dance,
Flashing,
Dynamic,
Deliberate,
Twister,

It talks to me as it jumps around,
Says,
“Hello Karl. How you doing?”

“You look like you need cheering up,
So, here I am”

It whispers,
As it flutters,
Where motorcycles gather,
In silent conversation,
To cook their chrome in the sun

 

(K)