Written for class at Austin Community College
Observatory
Sitting or standing, sometimes just
Leaning, but all gathered around in various
Circles, some talking, some smoking, some
In their own little bubbles.
There are a few catching a nap, even one
Singing and one splattering paint onto
Canvas, while others watch, listen, and
Applaud the performers.
Me, I’m a watcher, smiling at a joke
I overhear, trying not to give into the
Smoking urge I have when I get
A whiff straight in my face.
Someone sits down next to me
And pulls out their pc, they’re getting
On Facebook and I chuckle quietly,
Realizing that they’re just like me.
People come and go, like a tide
During the day, and I welcome
The new faces and look forward
To the new entertainment.
Chasing Ghosts
Today I clamber after ghosts and much to my surprise, the figments become real life.
They toss and twist through light and dark the same. I watch wide-eyed, surprised to see these shapes of people so beautiful and free.
They smile at me and beckon me near wanting me to join their dance. I nod a yes and we begin but it all ends too soon.
Shadows fade, they’re gone again, nothing to remain.
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