![]() A LONELY DREAM.A Poem by Terry Collett![]() A MAN SIGHTSEEING A WOMAN IN DUBROVNIK IN 1972.![]()
Chanan closes his book.
His companion has gone sightseeing. The coffee is drunk. The day is fine, the sky a watery blue, pale clouds drift. He sits and meditates on another coffee, another cigarette, watching passing crowds, visitors and natives of Dubrovnik. He raises a finger, a waiter nods, goes off. Chanan notices across the way, at another table, a woman sitting, hat red at an angle, slim fingers holding a holder with cigarette, the red lips, the blue dress, cleavage, crossed legs, red shoes. He studies her, takes in the hand on knee, the hand with holder, the fine way of inhaling and exhaling, the smoke drifting. She leans back, sky gazing, in between drags she sips her wine. He takes in the fine figure, the turn of head, the shoes of red. He imagines her (while his companion is out seeking the sights) coming to his room at the hotel, soft music playing, lights down low, wine bottle and glasses, the usual patter, the romantic air, the twin bed waiting. His coffee comes, the waiter departs, the woman stands as a man approaches, dark haired, slim figured, trimmed beard, well dressed, an air of affluence. They go off arm in arm, she wiggling her hot behind, her red shoes, tap-tapping. Chanan stumps out his cigarettes, sips his coffee, nothing ends like it seems, he is left with an empty evening and a lonely dream. © 2013 Terry Collett |
StatsAuthor![]() Terry CollettUnited KingdomAboutTerry Collett has been writing since 1971 and published on and off since 1972. He has written poems, plays, and short stories. He is married with eight children and eight grandchildren. on January 27t.. more..Writing
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