After the Show

Jer'Imyah swept the floor. Ingrid put away the leftovers. Jason brought out the coolers. It took two people to pull the tablecloths, and two more to haul out the garbage bags to the dumpster. Keith coiled the electrical cord, while Blaise loaded the equipment into the truck. Alyson checked the clipboard, as Avril counted the serving utensils. Carl and Denise folded the chairs. Ted carried them away. You stood transfixed with your back to the stage lights, your hair catching fire when I passed from the right not daring to touch. Smiling, you're focused the other way at a crinkled silver candy wrapper swirling in the crosswind of the open doors, and I follow, the length of your arm extending through all the beams of hot and cold:

Shh, look! Someone

Left a little Fire

Cracker

for our

Grand

finale!

09.07.2023

That's the job of a poet challenge @TheWolfeDen