Corridor

Went in the bar
Might have been a hotel or hospital
A car boot sale
Mostly silent—some artists
A child spinning around in the corner
Glazing at the two inches before his eyes
Some whistles
Some kisses and laughs
An actor screaming from the back in practice
Mostly floor looking but enough
“I’m not very visual, so I just listened”
From the front
There was a shop
No one mentioned the queue around it
Each slipping past unnoticed for dinner
Bed
The rhythm was there—it built up
But there was not a teacher
Must’ve been put out

And it grew—that was felt
Then someone cried and left

A man walked up open mouthed to speak
Last minute closure as he went by
He left the child behind revealed and deconstructed
He smiled at each tune

Getting himself down to a one-inch stare

On his way to a corridor he liked