what makes a night crisp?
outside the theater we drank
in the cool air. waiting for godot.
how large a world on such a small
stage. clouds careen overhead
because they must. the temperature
will drop in two days. the play -- lucky
us to get to wait for a curtain pull and lights,
to get to leave behind a story and go out
to make our own. you are warm as we
walk to the car, arm in arm. later, warm still.
Well, it looks like I've majorly lapsed on the poem-a-day habit. Not to worry. I'm taking a short break to finish the Balkey story line....
“What,” the young, scarred and scabbed Scib said, “did Mr. Pin calm him – Bixson-” And Balkey closed the gap as soon as the word left the...
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