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Overture 85 MAG
In the weak, gray sunlight
I stand
Before an audience of sleeping trees,
litter and
withering leaves.
At the opera house (enclosed by 2 walls and 1 fence)
I take center stage.
The mud on my feet my makeup
it splashes onto my pants –
My costume.
Maestro!
Only the best symphonic orchestra for me:
Singing Birds, Flapping Pages –
The string section
Whisperings of Children, of the Breeze
The woodwinds
A Backing-up Truck & Passing Cars –
Percussion
Fine.
Thunderous applause.
I encore! hear encore! my encore! name –
I look down.
The mud has dried on my toes,
The heavy breeze makes me cold.
The curtain closes.