Day 2

A velvet sheeth lays across the sky
Its only 5pm

Hurried steps down cobblestoned streets
Desolation sourrounds her
Is it possibly the zombie apocolypse?
Dead eyes without direction and a foul temper set her on path.

Last minute mantra
Restoring faith in self
During the ten minute wait
Freight elevator
Stand clear of the closing gate
And Wait
Bing
Bing
Bing
Bing
Bing. Here.

Minimalist design

100 people on white walls
200 eyes on her low profile
White wine & brushetta in hand
She stands center of the make shift stage

Enunciation and projection is key
So she slows rhythm
Increases trebel
Drops the bass
In her alto tone
These bombs have no casualties

Muted applause
Exit gallery left
Passing aquaintence
Kind words exchange
Flittering off into crisp winter air
She is satiated; temporarily

C. Joi Sanchez
www.jsanschez.wordpress com