Belt

The door was open.

There was a note on the table.

“She is upstairs”.

I hung my jacket on the back of a chair

And took off my shoes.

I found a

Buffalo brown belt with

A metal flathead buckle

Showing a geometric pattern on it

Rolled in a coil

Lying between the thin turned spindles

On the stairs.

I started up to see ‘She’

Grabbing the belt

And taking it with me.

The night was full of possibilities.

This quiet night was about to get noisey.