The Doves Flutter (Free Verse Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

(for Annelize)

The doves flutter like flowers against the blue
where at a street-café we are drinking coffee,
while you fold your hand stroking-soft over mine,
when I pour some more coffee from the big kettle,
the moment lingers long almost eternally between us,
you smile softly and your eyes burn into my soul
but delicately you take your rough cinnamon-rusk
and this beautiful grand moment is only ours,
maybe a dream of that which may be at a time
or a memory of how another yesterday had been
and your lips is soft near to me and your voice husky,
there is a ray of sunlight that splashes down past the umbrella,
we both look big-eyed at each other like long ago
and above us angry seagulls screech in a high circular flight.

[Poet's note:Rusks are a traditional baked delicacy that South Africans do at times dip into their coffee.]