The Man on the Wall

by Jay Caselberg

 

The man on the wall

wears mirrorshades

speaks soundlessly

his face silver grey against colours

delineated dreams

This public space

a gallery of expectation

if any were there to watch

 

Empty green plastic chairs

with metal legs

put their heads together

Clustered

ignoring the dust trails

that stream between their feet

ignoring the man

whose message is incomprehensible

Silent and flickering

 

He was there a moment ago

and then gone

just like the rest of you