Poets Corner- Improv Night

[Bop]

The theatre was almost full

of emptiness
but I always stay
till the end of the credits.

A closing song can wash over your body
and the moving poem
can be set warmly
in its place.

I turned
to find her soul
six rows behind me,

quietly

I watched as it floated
on her hand.

The night slapped a coldness on my cheek
but I was so happy to find it dark,
I didn't mind.

She had made quickly away-

a sudden left to the cafe.

So I followed
far behind
her silhouette.

The puddles in the road were
bouncing
reflecions
of lights
and the air had a sniffle-

it had just stopped crying.

I sat beside her
six tables away
and noticed that her reflection
was playing with the lights
inside the shallow wells
of the road.

Her red dress
danced with the ripples
but I dared not look over.

Coffee and sweet-cake
were delivered as I had ordered,
my eyes began to hurt
from squinting
into the puddle

so I turned to the window
to sharpen my view...

Through it

I saw her leave away.

Her red outline
becoming
less and less
brilliant

until it vanished.

I looked over
at her reflecting puddle,

there was nothing



but the lamp post.