Food Court

Dusk descends through a clear ceiling

blanketing the yawning hallway

in shadow 

as clouds dance across the glass

before the impatient night

blinds those left 

behind

wandering

feasting on filtered fantasies

found strewn on the floor

if they could only see what delicacies

they stuffed in their gaping mouths

before greedily grabbing for more

Would they savor

or spit out

the shit

they were served

NaPoWriMo  Day 24

Based on the challenge to write a poem that begins with a line from another poem

#wabisabipoetry

#100daysforLionel   

Harvested from my fellow traveller - The Lackadaisical Poet and her work 

"The Mall at Sunset"

4/17/2011