In this moment
white vapour trails
make fine brush-strokes
across an airmail paper sky
In this moment
a bright skirt made of silk ties
a green silk Trade Aid scarf
patched with butterflies
In this moment
a Brazilian songstress
Austrian electro-swing
ska, reggae, rap, blues
In this moment
dancers on the grass
outrageously coloured hair
wildly crazy garments twirling
In this moment
a small breeze stirs
shaking sunlight through leaves
lighting up orange karaka fruit
In this moment
the smells of Hungarian fried bread
cider in womad glasses
wine, beer, and marijuana
In this moment
an artist marvels at the southern stars
so different from his familiar sky
and then the glorious moon
In this moment
I pretend you are here too
dancing in front of another stage
getting up to some impulsive silliness
that as usual you will soon appear
at my side, with a hug
and a glimpse of your sweet smile
In this moment
I try to exist
in this moment
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