incandescent

 
There is a stranger
In the filament,
I turn the light off
But
He is still there
Waiting for me to turn the light back on
I leave the room.

In the sun
The plants wilt
And I forget to water them
And the leaves brown
I leave the room.

There is a scent of cooking
Meat on the rack
Vegetables on skewers
They burn and char and blacken

I leave the room.