I rummaged
through an old box
of winter boots, shoes
and vintage clothing
wondering
which ones fit
the era
Ran my index finger
along a playbill
tossed beneath
an old armchair
and smiled at having
the opening monologue
that set an even tone
and pace
Stood
in the back
of the house
imagined myself
on the proscenium
where flashbacks
laughed in a peculiar
southern drawl
Wooed misters
as ingénue
and tore running across
set designs' backyard
a tomboy character
knickers tailor-made
prancing before my eyes
in pied-piper
succession
were
grandmother's eyeglasses
calling me to follow
her calm, sincere voice
These dazed
but brightly collective
memories
of accents
and stutters
long pauses
and
romantic lines
bewitched my senses
As ghost light
f l i c k e r e d
to give sign
of coming blackout
curtains close
in fade to black of life
and love
Suddenly
a voice
pitched
from the rafters
in bass resonance
spilled over
and said
"performance well done"
Gold trophy winner
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