The fan stimulates the curtain
It dances seductively
Confusing the observer
Is it organic or object?
The window lights the dark room
The outside becomes cinematic to the observer
A solitary man sits black against its light
Highlighting his loneliness
His glass golden
His hat forlorn
The gaudy images on the wall laugh at their guests
They beckon, “Come with us and dismiss your woes”
But darkness is their surround
The lonely man’s appearance brightens before me
His food his satisfaction
His drink his comfort
The music cascades down his leg
Causing it to pulse
He resolves his agitations
Packs his bag
Returns his hat (which finds its’ purpose again)
A nod to the bartender completes the transaction
The man returns to his intentions
Satiated
The observer also completes her station and moves to her purpose.
Little Wren 