28. a poem that uses two or more
different settings
Performance
In the Bistro we were
hot. Cranked out gospel
good acoustics, a crowd
assembled, we were hot.
Outside the Cafe, protected
from rain but not chill winds
we sang to warm up
our voices thinned.
We wound up bussing
back to the Bistro; I had
pasta salad but I was hot.
I took off my padded jacket
from the left pocket, my red
camera fell out. Whose
is this? said the girl I hardly
knew. The cement floor was cold.
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