Stage Fright
The world curves. “Go
Straight,” he told himself,
“And you’ll be back planting
Ageratum and marigolds,”
As he and his mother had, once
Upon a time. Only now he is
Grown old, catching up with
Those who went before.
To think his mother was only fifty
The year he finished college.
Even his grandmother was
Younger then than he is now,
When the only questions are
When exactly does the curtain fall,
The lights go out, the theater close?
And where do we go from here?
What exactly’s going on outside the theater?
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