the play is rich
in song,
and mirth, the words
almost too fast
to catch each one
and laugh.
the lights dim
and darken,
or go bright with
each new mood
of plot. the orchestra
up high
behind the screen
plays on. you could
sit there
with the one you
love, her warm
hand in yours
and listen, and watch,
all night.
Monday, October 2, 2017
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