from the stage

some moments

they are gray

drinks in hand

cigarettes at lip

hopes in heart

standing

fidgeting

waiting for

something

something

to happen

awkward

peril

me, flaws, here

there

burning

lights

aged tables

stained napkins

black iron

in the dark

drum pulse

me, flaws, here

 

other moments

their faces

glow

glow like the

stained glass

dull

with rich, deep

hues

yet vibrant

with religiosity

and infinity

and hope

 

and i am present

me, flaws, here