You notice…
The light bend in your seven *****
as your thumb cramps fidgeting.

You notice…
The small tear she wears on her fishnets
as she glides by, reloading your glass.

Your notice…
The couple celebrating across the labyrinth
as you hope–and swear–you’re up next.

You notice…
The way the gentleman smirks
as he unfurls a loaded hand.

You even notice…
Your eyes now have to squint
as you move your jeff cap to shield
the rising sun.

It’s pulling upwards,
bleeding its colors,
spewing its rays
as it sears through
the lonely window.

But with your anchored gaze,
You don’t notice it at all.