Sunset

The dark blue curtains fall
Bespangled with their shining jewels
Twinkling with their own shine
And the softer house light comes up
Strangely swiftly against how languidly the
Single stage-light dims after shining
Hot upon the actors making their
Exits and their entrances
Playing each their parts
Improvising and extemporizing
Because there is hardly any script to
Go off of

Sometimes, it’s like this, yeah.
Photo by Lisa on Pexels.com, used for commentary.

I continue to hope for your support and assistance.

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