We watch a little Shakespeare play;
so many words
quilled by hand into a story,
crazy and spoken and heard,
prancing and playing, mascara
running down cheeks
of an audience laughing and actors
speaking out in tongues that speak
and the ladies behind in their chatter
‘..he never! …is that what she said…?’
more important - the words that they natter
than from any old Bard - long dead.
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