Entertainers & Thieves

Entertainers And Thieves 

A gentleman’s gaze is noticed ahead. It is tender but focused on the glow of the light that presses on her brown hair. 

The gentleman is good and pure. 

The woman wears her freedom; her eyes are piercing blue and free- He misses his own every time she speaks. 

This is not a tale of greed and deceit. 

His brown stitched briefcase rest beside his leather shoes. In it, is duty and honor and papers marked with black ink. A sign of his labor and weary. 

Painted in lavender, the spotlight on her youth is shown. The last years of young are passing - leaving her in the right age of a vibrant but wise spirit. 

Light laughter is shared in their passing.  A gold coin is placed in her palm. 

Tousled black hair speaks of his strength. His shoulders are tall and true. Scruffed facial hair is traced along his jaw. He leans back and exhales slowly.  

Signs of exhaustion fall from his lips.  

The woman listens with care. Two coins are placed in her palm. 

He thanks her as the green grass on her stage slowly grows. The office light turns off - shutting down the day of work.  

They drive to their own homes in separate cars. 

He opens the green door of his brick home and is greeted by his wife. Cold and sharp words are spoken. The man escapes as he thinks briefly of the free woman who walks gracefully in his midst. 

It is only a thought...a  light form of entertainment. The gentleman does not compromise the noble character he worked so hard to craft.    

 The woman cooks herself a simple dinner alone. 

 Months pass as her bag fills with gold and silver coins. He feels good around her as the memory of his trouble fades.  She dances on in her joy and truth. He leans into it - sitting front row, but never touches. Her brown hair bounces with pride - drawing back the curtain of her glory.

Applause is given.

The woman can hear it through her intuition and smiles wide.

She is a good woman he thinks - would be a shining partner for a lucky young man.  

The clash of her coins echoes in the air. Hallow sounds come from his wallet. 

Entertainers and thieves… 

Each one plays a role. 

Yet somehow, we are both.