Octogenarians

By Tim Hazell

	   Outside the café
Shifting with conversation
	   Our crisp parts
			  fall
Brittle chips to the paving
		    crackling underfoot
			
			
Altered with the grain of mood
Oscillating gently in a rising sirocco
			
			
Your  	     chimes           in
      voice          fragile       mystery
			
		
Sonorous arcades
Fecund presence 
We mind each other well
Almost understanding