The beach café, her eyes gaze down,
hair dances a tango in the fresh sea breeze.
The tang of espresso,
the brace of salt spray.
His face turned away, concentrates;
wind strokes four day stubble.
The sound of waves crashes up from the sand,
dachshund spreadeagled beneath them.
Hushed languor? Companionable silence?
Each stares at the glare
of a mobile phone.
hair dances a tango in the fresh sea breeze.
The tang of espresso,
the brace of salt spray.
His face turned away, concentrates;
wind strokes four day stubble.
The sound of waves crashes up from the sand,
dachshund spreadeagled beneath them.
Hushed languor? Companionable silence?
Each stares at the glare
of a mobile phone.
