Thursday, August 7, 2014

She hummed along with the cicadas 
just as she had done as a child,
yet now she drifted alone
through a Kansas night
rich with moonglow 
and too many stars to count.

After stealing the plum roles
for itself all these years,
my right hand clenches
at the thought of losing
the lead to the left, its lazy
understudy still struggling
to learn to play the part.

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