All the World’s a Stage
Waiting mid-day in a lobby on Broadway
B-Line buses sliding up and down
part, reveal a set across the way
a single red car against a jeweler’s window.
Two figures approach
entirely in black
intensely private, in public.
Touch intimately, kiss
Embrace, hug, hold fast
beyond a greeting,
Kiss, again, again and again
Longer than before.
Oblivious to the world;
Obvious to the world.
Break away
Touch her face
Kiss, more long, imploring, needful kissing
and desperate hugs as
he looks beyond
while traffic walks, rolls, flows, around
And she kisses hungrily, longingly.
Behind the car, materialized from a lamp post
a child wearing purple helmet
approaches. They disengage,
the child between them.
A brief conversation standing apart
looking out in common, not together.
He walks away.
A helmet like the child’s appears in
her hand, on her head.
She rides off with the girl.
As B-Line buses meet to close the set.
I wonder.