“But how do we dance?”, they ask. “We are but mannequins on display, elaborating or possibly just hinting times told, perhaps of rot and decay”.
The view was vivid, the coffee strong. And with a song we hummed along the way down to the shore. The waters behaved.
And the breeze told a story of past times (perhaps it was assumed by the song we sung).
Entangled glamorous contraptions; perhaps not so.
But directed in segments,
onto strange paths.
Then, finally, to rest.