though this be madness
this time we’re picking it up
in the middle
that place in time you’re not
quite sure
where you stand
it’s as if
you’re still
rehearsing your lines
uncertain if the curtains
should ever be drawn
last I remember
you were doing this death scene
and I was helping you
remember your lines
one last time
february two thousand twenty-one
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Oh John… your poetry speaks to me.
I’m thrilled that it does, Tara, thank you.