The Fox Theater

by

Diane Klammer

The large room's cavernous emptiness
Beckoned us in from the cold.
Tables were sparse around a dark perimeter.
A few chairs stood next to a narrow wooden lip.

The stage jutted up
From behind an open
Rectangular area.
A dance floor? Moshpit? Standing area?

We would see, being the first ones there.

Little by little
People fluttered in
Almost silently, so it seemed.
Our back was to them.
Open space filled in
Gradually becoming a crowd.

Conversations built to a noisy din.
I looked back. The vast
Room was completely full
With fresh warm faces.
College students had claimed their den.

Suddenly Vertical Horizons loomed before us.
They started to play. From that moment on,
Despite the lively litany of chatter,
The room, the people, disappeared.

There was only the music, the stage overtaking
me.
This electrical charge rose
Hackles on the back of my neck.

Two voices backed by beautiful acoustic guitars sang:
Their music flowed through my veins
While my entire body
Vibrated back the sound.

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by: Paul Curtis
from: Woking, England, UK

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