Chapter 38: Folding Chair

Stolen moment in chair coves
Auditoriums under low light
Draperies and aisles hiding
Overdressed in blue
Matching the theme of the day
Greenish hued escape
Providing a shine to your dyed curls
Alone In a crowd of doves
And other images of spite
You walk on vinyl as if gliding
Pointing with a quick staff to shout true
The full length of your dismay
No matter how many times you shape
The course and the pearls
Always give you away
Feeding on the fear
The danger, I’m unsuspecting
The true depth of your denial
Of the admonishment I provide
Speaking only to stray
From the path so remotely clear
The one you are neglecting
With the devious two-fold smile
And the layers you hide
Behind