Thank you for choosing me.
For reaching the thick pane
and attempting to gaze at this detainee,
even if in vain.
The bars of burnt umber
refuse to acknowledge your cadmium glow,
like the patrons who outnumber and fancy
while I follow
your every glimmer.
While I smile at your hazy suggestion,
watching through the blue sliver
of the peaked curtain named discretion.
But the falsehood remains in the attendee -
for I am blind but you can see.