December 2009
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Curtain Call
This is all a curtain call,
a vagabond’s nightly bow.
Their spiraling span of attention serves no ovation
—-they’re not clapping; still the show must go on.
The show must go on.
This is all a note to self,
Liberty’s warning bell:
You may never achieve that selfish set of goals,
like a Christmas list you’ll never afford.
There’s a mirror in the music....