Conference
Into the closed doors,
Open once more.
After a night,
Too much delight.
Now the morning starts,
Scrambling people,
Will be out.
To make our comfort,
They will try.
Not that anyone notices,
We all fly by.
Continuing on our egotistical train,
We write and talk,
To start again.
The room is silent once more.
Tables draped,
As before.
No one sitting in the chairs.
Food laid out,
Across the bar,
So colorful from afar.
Yet it sits,
No one about.
The doors are closed,
Our thoughts without.
Copyright © Kim Stone | Year Posted 2024
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