empty theatre

I started this poem after finishing my involvement with the last high school play I'd been in, but I never could finish it until now. �9/20/98 Aliworks

empty theater
after the last performance
the echoes of the audience's applause long faded
the sound of the control booth's lock rings with perfect acoustics
as i make my final check for the night
the air of spent energy and borrowed dreams hangs heavy in the stillness
wrinkled, sweaty costumes rustle as actors become mortal again
"does anyone have cold cream?" someone's heard to say
directions to cast party scribbled hastily on the rehearsal schedule
rose petals litter the backstage floor, their scent rising in the heat
i wrinkle my nose at the combined smells as i make my way back
but then i smile as the camaraderie surrounds me
and the madness of it all seems to make sense
and i'm where i belong

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