Contract Spaces
January 21, 2009
Marvel at the weight of it,
Black bags in tow,
Hang above the seating,
& smoldering catch down.
Picnic in orbit.
Languish with magazines
After dim hours
Of charcuterie wasted.

Missing all the steps
Of reverence by candle,
Wield yet the scattered dome,
Duration forgotten in ticketed bleats.