but, still…

it can look pretty bleak. 

you know,

staring down the line. 

predicting if the dominos 

will tumble over. 

and the film shakes 

before your eyes. 

It can look pretty bleak. 

hands always reaching,

fingers stretched, 

teeth rubbing, 

there is so much 

to be. 

but then, 

out of the 

nothing booming, 

nothing grand, 

nothing 

fortissimo- 

music, 

still. 

she flirts 

with her escaping eyes. 

I wish I could catch them for longer.