Precise etiquette of theatre-goers
ensures we ignore each other, disengage,
with eyes ahead avoiding bonds.
It’s all about a man-made stage
and fixing curtains with tunnel vision
so everything’s … predictable.
Until young Andrew eats a crimson lollipop
and with his little mouth all sticky, sees
an ice cream mountain waved by a girl in front.
He fancies a swap and offers, asks with glee
‘How about sharing?’ She stares ahead, licking
too hard. He clocks me with a twinkle, nods.