Screen

The shadow of the flame
Flickers in the light of the concrete tar
The froth and the foam
Cascades in the brook of the reflecting glass
I am just inches away
On a stool raised high
Looking far and wide
Into the open sky

The man in the oversized coat
Tries to hide his feelings for the woman
She sits and smokes all alone
She has a tan on her finger where once was worn a ring
They are just inches away
On a bed raised high
Looking far and wide
Into the open screen