A/N: Written for the 100 poems challenge at The Poetry Craze Forum. Stride, Kureno.
03. Observations
At the bar, all the women
talk at once,
their voices lilting up and down,
occasionally interrupted
by the low bass-line of a man's laugh.
Sipping slowly,
he watches them twirl around each other
not quite touching,
holding onto the allure of the not-yet-but-soon.
And he watches,
just a fly on the wall
with wings instead of hands,
unconcerned with dancing.