Theater Poem by Clay Derryberry


THEATER

I considered it then;

Mused the expressioned words

Spilling, stuttering, stumbling

From the lip of the stage

Fused in warm dim leather

To woody essence,

White in the light,

Floating notably through

My tamboured ear,

A tinkling and fantasy,

I saw my life

Flash before my eyes.

Clay Derryberry

July 24, 1995


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