Art Festival


Sparks ignite
from a man with a long metal mask
welding two pieces of steel.
Two women, possibly friends,
illustrate on a concrete wall.
Other people glance
with eyes that lean
over cups almost spilling with beer.

Bands play. Different clouds of smoke
float.
I drink from a paper cup of lemonade.
A yellow rind floats on top of ice cubes,
while lemon seeds collide with one another.

Behind still glass
are three white rooms
where profssional paintings hang.
This is an art gallery
in the center of an art festival.
People, men and women, walk the rooms.
They disappear, then reappear,
disappear, then reappear
within these quiet rooms.

I catch a women's eye on the street
or we glance
then glance again
over cups.
Something happens, but nothing happens,
as I disappear into the white rooms.