October 29, 2008

surrounded by the light fall breeze.
enveloped by a sea of green
is this solid piece of excellence.

so immobile,
so plain,
but holding countless memories
in that cracked floor.

the cool stone beneath my feet.
the stories engraved into every brick
that support the statuesque frame.

the drone of the cooling system
blends with the underlying sound of
traffic
and it sounds like music to my ears.

the lights have gone dim.
transparent curtain closed.

the stage is empty.

and although void of any action,
the story never ends.