Behind the stone wall

Our eyes met over raised beer glass
Through colonial window framed
One street away your smile dances across your face
Leaning against concrete pillar
Alone, yet surrounded
By family and loved ones and theirs

I took my place standing still
Leaning against cold stone wall
Looking at you looking at them
The liminal space
Between my life and yours
So comfortable I've become
Looking at you looking at them

A whole hoard of strange faces
Lining up behind me
One by one
A metaphor for why you flew away
My family stand behind the stone wall silence with me
Invisible to all who call you Home

The back of your head and shoulders
Is all I see of the show
Your reactions much better entertainment
Your laugh like a chorus of music
Drowned out by decibels of crowd

Vocal sound recorded on cerebral vinyl
Memories played by fine needle
In daydream's living room
The place we inhabit
All along with words said
That never materialised
Fine dust that crackles
In the rare groove of 2021
Smash hit of 'us'
No amplifier
Bishop and Clerk, Maria Island Tasmania

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