Three Rays
the chair
sat empty
at a table
seating six
moments of
silence
mixed with
hilarious eruption
the five
rocked back
to the tune of three
a broken record
they tend to play
over and over and over
never tired
of the notes
the golden notes
of days
they bask
in its ray
and pocket it
away
for when the sun
don’t shine
and the moon and stars
are somewhere else
instinctively
they know
each of them
they know
batteries can die
if you don’t
keep ‘em charged
so they stay
plugged-in
TL