eyes
eyeseyes hold you there
applause subsides
auditorium empties
another night
another show
whispers heard backstage
stage door creaks on
rusted hinges --
opening, allows players' exit
alleyway awake with footsteps
summer moths flutter naked light-bulbs
on aging brick walls -- casting eerie shadows
shuffle a dozen shoes
to street beyond
on the way for a coffee or drink
aura of performance just played fades --
just ahead of lightning and thunder
actors reach the street
sky opens -- pours rain
midnight is close to its autonomy --
to a new day -- time propels itself
no one knows to what end --
perhaps better that way --
performers step in -- late night diner
order drinks
and are silent
watching patrons of other parties
eyes hold them there
looking for answers to the comedy
without discovering one.
Poetry by Victor
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Written on 2016-05-11 at 18:18
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