Too Close For Comfort by Andy Roberts

A guitar strummer
sat down among us
in fifth grade and taught me
a lesson I still forget –
until I see it in the eyes
of someone I’m teaching chords to.

The bully who beckons his muse
onstage to sing his love song,
inches from her face.
An audience of millions,
cameras zooming in
to her helpless smile.

Now I understand the sunglasses
of the piano player,
hat pulled down.
The slight separation
of the audience
from the stage.