Puppet

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The Stage beckons but I hold my place with the Shadows

Of dark-corner-ebony-haze Standing on the Brink of Oblivion

Amid the billowing dance of those old velvet curtains of Coincidence.

Spotlight On

And the Shadows jump to a wall and leave me Standing

Center-Stage

In a Drama I didn’t rehearse for – trying to remember learning lines

Or the Name of the Play

as I contemplate Performance and Gravity

And kick off my Strings again Today.

Image on Wednesday

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Imagine the Past as a body
perhaps male
dressed sharp in black tux
arms open – stance solid
ready for the dance

Imagine the Present as a body
perhaps female
dressed elegant in red silk
arms open – face smiling
ready for the dance

Imagine the Poem as music
a slow rhythm
a four count – with husky undertones
of the ancient Mississippi blues
playing as they dance

Imagine the Past   Present   Poem
as the dance of life
sashaying by
drifting in time
toward the future

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