Afternoons & Jacaranda Smell

Latticed windows & thatched roof
partly shroud a room full
of conversations. We stretch our legs.
Our tongues wag, our heads sag.
Dust laden tales spring
from our minds’ recesses.
Tick-tock-tick-tock-tick,
drearily the afternoon clock ticks.
Our heads swell
with jacaranda smell
as we’re sucked in -
sucked in -
our tales’ loose ends.

And thus we escape from,
escape from

latticed windows & thatched roof
partly shrouding a room full
of conversations. Where we stretch our legs.
Let our tongues wag, our heads sag.
Dust laden tales springing
from our minds’ recesses.
Tick-tock-tick-tock-tick,
merrily the afternoon clock ticks.
Our heads swell
with jacaranda smell
and we happily stay
in the loose ends of our tales.

©Dan Husain
May 26, 2003