Volunteers Wanted - (WIP)

Coffee shop crowd

Vapours rise from cliche-clad mug

hidden despair

The Peer-Reviewer sits with his laptop open, name blinded by the software. His connection to the content is tenuous. He wonders what the author will think of his review? Should he be brief? Or, maybe, a long winded take down. He wants to impress. Dazzle with critique. Reach out, connect. Feel something, anything, in the liminal space of anonymity. Message in a bottle turned pen pals.

still dawn breaks

pines awash in sunlight

a loon call bounces over the water