“Look at me!”
say the juggler, the dancer & the mime.
See them in the spotlight?
Acting in their prime.
Then a little bow,
Followed by a snap —
A smile or three, a bended knee,
Prolonged applause — perhaps.
The curtain finally closes.
Everyone goes home.
Faces wiped, reviews are typed,
Then they’re all alone.
Theatric machinations,
Crowned by neon lights,
Spread apart, like broken hearts,
Weeping in the night.
“Look at me!”
said the juggler, the dancer & the mime,
Until the spotlight’s down & out.
& they have lost their time.
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