these old theatre seats
are rusty at the base,
the blue vinyl
has faded to grey,
they’re not where
they used to be.
looking over
the western hills
to a wet sunset,
a sliver
of clear orange sky
beneath the heaviest
of dark clouds,
the sounds of children
talking nonsense
on the steps
of the almost derelict
house across the street,
I realise there is
nowhere else.
these old theatre seats
are comfortable
and a good place
to look out.