break-a-leg
The lights are pulsing
slowly,
back forth
back forth
almost -
it is a different limelight
than expected
rather, sour lemon
she draws the curtains closed
and says her lines
the crowd goes wild.
Poetry by muddy waters
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Written on 2006-09-26 at 11:43
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