THE INNER COURTYARD

THE CAFÉ GARDEN

A bus roars outside the café garden and

chases the stone and water silence to

ivy dark corners. For a moment sound

is a wave of dust and road crashing through

thin brocade sky of Japanese cherry

and ornamental plum. Fills our empty

cups – empty, Strains the credibility

of my last sentence – brings tears I rarely

interpret to your eyes. The bus cuts

us in two. What was said; what was left unsaid.

A bus drains from the café garden – soft wash

through the portcullis of stone and leaf red

 

silence. The table is empty. Birds take

the crumbs away while someone gathers plates.

TO ONE MORE PRECIOUS THAN JADE

after newspaper classifieds

015. MISCELLANEOUS, GENERAL-

A.A.A. VIETNAM

 

Saigon                                  1968

Sydney                                 1970

Brisbane                               1979

Adelaide                               1984?

 

Suin Lin

I couldnt fight the war

without you

or the worst battle of all,

coming home.

We both fought

the rest badly;

but

if youre still in Sydney

call me.

I need you for more

than shaking after dreams

and the awful years between.

I love you Ching-ai-ter. JIM.

 
 
 
© 2020 Jeff Guess