blue, neon blue

the word, POET

floating in the darkness

black wall in back

painted black

attentive audience

filled, every row

faces, dark and pale

directed toward the stage

all of them thinking

many of other things

the blue word

POET, gathers itself

becomes a blue arrow and

shoots off, stage left

leaving a fellow

already standing there

smiling

black hair, white jeans

yellow shirt, green vest

he snaps his fingers

for a microphone and stand

asks, are we ready for poetry

delivers one line

and then another

line, pausing

oddly, here we go