Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

tea on a tuesday
afternoon
toward the end of day
before
the rain came

music spoken
word and a
forum without numbers
predicated an
evening of verandahs
and hanging flower
baskets

in amongst the trees
that stood in the
otherwise
silent stanzas like tall
winds and chimes

of
footsteps like metaphors
of literal interpretations
making their way into
relaxed postures
of greatly bestowed
choices

in over populated
arenas
of men with
shadows under
the eyes

addressing the
virtues of their
much stated meaning

in the signature of preferring
one formalized
pontiff
to explain

the time that
escapes
tomorrow

the entertaining
itself