Some take it badly
if they take it at all,
news that one and
one ran off the edge
of the screen together,
nothing in their wake
but an empty bottle,
a blank script, someone
else's candy wrapper.
Not me.
Not while I have a
willing wall for a stage
and the puppeteer's ear,
and recall without a sigh
how the script first read
when drafted.
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