the sun is setting in slant
through the window, outlining
everyone in gold thread
there’s loud music and
laughter and RESERVED
tables full of people eating and
laughing like they’re at any tables
at all
at the end the music is still
playing
and the sun is still slanting its way
down but the rainbow flag is draped
over the dusty piano to free up her hands
so she can clean other things. everything
is tidied up, things gathered, minimizing
space taken
the stickers, the flags
of all combinations of colored stripes,
pink and blue and purple sunsets,
prism rainbows, the black table cloth
stretched out below the window
as two people fold the sunlight into it,
packing it away. name tags
are peeled off shirts. In the end,
they leave with a whole
foods canvas bag full of things
that could be anything,
ready to blend back
into everything else.
the sun ducks behind a mountain
on the horizon and the sky purples,
bruised by indifference. the sun ducks
behind a mountain on the horizon and
no one is outlined anymore.