Sunday, April 18, 2010

Lovers and Madmen

We saw the play.
They ran around,
and used the campus as their ground.
They led us round from scene to scene.
We followed growing whimsically
through the bush around the corner--
we spot her just as our loner.
And when they meet and share a kiss,
we huddle closer to dare not miss,
we zoom in-- a camera lense--
that fills with tears at Ignorance's sins.
Because, for sooth, at the end they died.
And my friend, sweet Stephanie, cried.
I made it back to the car in the cold
before remembering you,
you who knew the show
without ever learning the lines.

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