Day 5. The constant, universal place

Poem A Day

The revisited dance class
reminds of the forgotten stage.
Oh, to be under the bright, warm lights
behind the red curtain
hearing the darkened audience
Smelling a musty smell,
a paint smell, a stagehands cologne.
Craned neck finds catwalk.
The cross stage conversation.
Vibrations from the orchestra pit.
Hands feather through flies.
Spotting needed materials;
Headsets, props, a mirror.
Sensing hugs, laughs, tears, applause.
Missing the theater;
This constant universal place.


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