the gods turned out to be guys playing pool
in the back bar - old guys fearsome and hale
as pirates and voices that were a school
of speech for the lads - uncertain and pale
as they waited their turn at the table.
Odin and Thor had made up with Loki -
were showing off what they were capable
of - while keeping their appearance low-key.
the bulb lit a room with something at stake.
the young guys would not go beyond the doors
and kept quiet - nursing their drinks as they slaked
their dulled impatience to take the floor.
could they match that game ? could what they do
have a result ? wait till the gods are through.
2 October 2021
Something I observed passing by on the bus that evening.