Her final act

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Her life’s work:

by the gaunt gentleman
his speech fled
fifty years gone
his serenity stolen
by carelessness

It wasn’t as if
she had never naught
to do with it
reposed for years, in
a woe-begotten design

His life reclaimed
she departed
her layers of blue silk
a tourbillon on the plain
the gentleman
bowing from a distance

All has concluded.


Jigsaw Cut-up poetry via writings from Sean Fraser @TheatreSean


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