A Poet's Dying Breath
Tuesday, April 5, 2016
The plays go on,
I sit in half-darkness,
the headset chatter in one ear,
happiness in my heart,
wishing I could stay here longer,
yet also excited for the freedom
from the theater that is
just one short week away.
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