Watching plastic tapped to life
I pray for a carrier pigeon to land
and finished the sentence.
Not too long ago I would have been
comfortable in place like this.
Alternative has been hemoginised,
I am now outside the outside
but my hypocrisy shines as I tap.
Chairs face towards the centre
ensuring we’re all on display.
They are a catalogue of ratbag beauty,
a tale in and out of every gesture,
I can’t help but recoil away.