Above, A Thousand Eyes Comments

Oh man, I love this type of writing. Does a tree still fall in the forest if nobody's listening? Yes; and the mannequins talk after hours, in the dark. Love the way you've fastened your words into this. Another favorite to read again. There's just something about dark stores, where people gather at light; so abandoned by night..it has always obsessed me. I'm almost writing a poem in this comment. That's the effect your words always have on me.(smile)

Is It... This poem has recreated my very first visit 'downtown' when I was a child. The lights, the silent stares from the 'fixed' mannequins. The raindrops against the windows as we, as children, walked along Main Street. Very interesting your poem. Nice.