Take A Bow
Come to my show.
How much I want you to sit
in the very front row.
The dark, vacant shadow
of your empty velvet chair.
The smell of florist roses
was hanging in the air.
My heart bounds.
Are they from you?
I wish to fling them to the ground!
Only to smile and bow.
Angela Minard 2008©
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Clapping loud, hard and excitedly from the first row and yelling, "Bravo! Bravo!"
I have tickets for tomorrow night's performance too! :)
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