![]() Real starsA Poem by Maxwell Ryder
The curtain lowers on
the departing day, The real stars come out to walk the red carpets of the Milky Way This is dramaturgy. Golden globes, far away, make fun Of these petty temporary off-Broadway plots we play; Theirs is a silent film Of unparalleled epic. © 2018 Maxwell Ryder |
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