REASONS FOR ATTENDANCE

The trumpet's voice, loud and authoritative,

Draws me a moment to the lighted glass

To watch the dancers-all under twenty-five-

Shifting intently, face to flushed face,

Solemnly on the beat of happiness.

-Or so I fancy, sensing the smoke and sweat,

The wonderful feel of girls. Why be out here?

But then, why be in there? Sex. yes, but what

Is sex? Surely to think the lion's share

Of happiness is found by couples-sheer

Inaccuracy, so far as I'm concerned.

What calls me is that lifted, rough-tongued bell

(Art, if you like) whose individual sound

Insists I too am individual.

It speaks; I hear; others may hear as well,

But not for me, nor I for them; and so

With happiness. Therefore I stay outside,

Believing this; and they maul to and fro,

Believing that; and both are satisfied,

If no one has misjudged himself. Or lied.

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