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Saved Seat

Saved Seat

if you

live a bit …

in sorrow

you will sit

nay you say

not I

as you

dance and dance

on by

but the stage

is just a floor

and floors

run out

of space

for spinners

wee and great

the music

makes a mask

and we wear it

for the show

behind the curtain

is the play

no one wants to know

blank marquee

no hair, no makeup

no wardrobe

just a shadow

of yourself

moves across

the floor

taking center stage

without a line

a mark, a motion

the floor feels cold

colder against the cheek

TL

Published inTamiko Lowery