Her final act

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Her life’s work:

appreciated
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
admittedly
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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