Hanging panels stand attent,
Looking down on passing strangers,
Eating drinking laughing bent,
Encumbered in wafting aromas,
Drawn down into a meal well spent,
Accompanied by passing friends,
Soon scattered, for a moment rent-
Apart, but found again as surely as
The sky returns to vivid marigold after the night.

Rain walking through the air between,
Waltzing verticle to my feet,
Greeting red clothe over my head,
It's soft chattering scatters on the concrete.