TuesdayII June

A Brief History of a Second

Once upon a second the scarlet lips of a lady mouthed under ruby hair.
She scratched her scalp.
Pretty striking in a leopard print top and tattoo stained arms.
Not only that she was beautiful - a shy, unselfconscious quirky.
The red blip-blip of electronic light winked, a table siren.
A salt cellar and the ketchup sat silent amidst the chatter.
A microdot fly circled from wet glass to sticky straw.
And through the pebbled, sellotape-yellow glass -
the light from within glowed without.
Taunting poor lonely gloom pacing in the pelting rain.