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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.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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kurozora said...
Nov. 5, 2011 at 2:31 pm
I often feel this way when I'm alone in the woods. Great play on words and sound imagery...I really connected with it.
 
Beckett said...
Oct. 28, 2011 at 12:21 pm
I love how you blend the imageries with the sounds. very nice!!!
 
Blaker said...
Oct. 27, 2011 at 1:17 pm
This is fabulous! I love your wording and everything about it! I read it twenty bajillion times and each time I read it the more i liked it. The way it progresses and flowed was spectacular!
 
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