OF NESTS AND BANQUET HALL DEBATE ARENAS
I stare
With a pain of envy
Of the nests that the tired birds fly over to so casually
To give a greeting of a warm smile and spill out their bloodshot day
An old friend who you talk to about EVERYTHING

And I
I am the banquet hall
The abandoned town council debate arena
Where they stroll down once a century
To make a good impression
Or to touch upon a subject
We reasoned on 100 years ago
Last time you visited these rooms

These are greetings from a foreign land that I wish I recognized
As I stand, discreet and uninvited, in this corner of your universe unknown
To watch what I am missing
Silent, decorated with last year's faded memories
A telling
Of another social casualty