About the poet
Andrew Fusek Peters (b. 1965) and Polly Peters (b. 1965) have written and edited more than 45...
The Nighthawks (after Edward Hopper)
(After Edward Hopper)
This little harbour
Where bored pupils moor their boots
In the faggy mist.
School is forgotten now,
As we dawdle and drag.
Trawling for laughter,
Our words are puffed out
Or held in the heart
Expelled in perfect gossiping rings.
Through the window,
In the streets,
Afternoon spills into evening
A rush-hour tide of flowing feet and faces.
The moon is a silver spoon.
Lights come on in the café.
Every word has been said now.
The chink of cup and spoon is done
As we fumble for change
And disperse like sugar
Dissolving into the caffeine city
With peppermints handy for questioning parents;
But for the moment we are sails,
Filled up with ourselves
Through the dregs
from Poems with Attitude Uncensored (Hodder, 2002), copyright © Andrew Fusek Peters and Polly Peters 2002, used by permission of the authors and the publisher
Andrew Fusek Peters and Polly Peters Reading their poems