Dinner Theater

Dinner Theater short poem

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Into the menu smiling
cheeks reflect, candlelit
white tablecloth, islands
amid the carpeted scurry
of busboys and waiters
in the backdrop of our night

Tinkling laughter and ice cubes
accompany depths of conversation
overheard, yet unheard
from couples in quorum
around the raised platform
at the center of the room

Noises diminish with
dimming lights as
all eyes are drawn
to the spot center-stage
except mine
which remain upon you

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Carl "Papa" Palmer, retired Army, retired FAA, now just plain retired, lives in University Place, WA. He has seven chapbooks and a contest winning poem riding buses somewhere in Seattle. Carl is a Pushcart Prize and Micro Award nominee. MOTTO: Long Weekends Forever www.authorsden.com/carlpalmer
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