Separate Tables at Starbucks
A room of tables
An installation of "Don't touch" peoples
Who will dare my eyes peer into
Their emptiness of yesterday
Their frozen today of tomorrow?
Who will dare let breathe their heart
Without fear
Without prejudice?
Who will lift up their face and see mine
The face they'll likely ignore?
and written in a style perfectly
appropriate, the brevity smacks me in the face
john