Blustered in like wind.
Filled the space with his slender frame.
Pushed through darkness
as if it should be humbled to host him.
As if I too should bow down
Step back in awe
almost allow, ignorant elbows to post
on the edge of the host’s podium.
My presence not worth peeling his eyes forward
callously close to stealing my seat,
He steps in front.
I do not permit.
I insist to the host
In a voice equally admirable and unrecognizable,
“I truly would prefer to be seated first, as I was here first.”
Blustering man absorbs into the handheld blue light, steps back.
Stepping forward into the bar’s soft glow, I feel bold.