Conversations hung in the air
suspended on rising warmth
from an active street
Billowing syllables soup into a moist ether
A spark of light cuts the chamber mist
as Isabel thumb-flicked her jacket’s button
As the garment glid from her shoulders
She felt immediately cooled
Only to be cloaked again with
surrounding voices
Satin red interior hidden by dark blue outer fabric
folded over her arm
Stately well read interior narrative replacing it
from the dark, blue, and droll faces they escape from