The Performer by Johanna May(ill matto)
Who does not remember?
The anticipation of being duly entertained?
Before the curtains, the nickel shiny morning,
before even the sleep or sheep or currency gained
from a weekend’s toil?
And then darkness lit by stares,
drum roll (to announce what is there)
I remember
being certain of the laugh
two steps ahead of the joke.
01/06/2013 Author's Note: E' arrivato Zampanò!
Posted on 01/07/2013 Copyright © 2025 Johanna May
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