everyone’s
assembled
in
different places now
the
stage curtain is drawn
all
of the actors have retired
the
light are still dim
only
the spoon reflects
what
little light is left
he
realizes he is alone in the theater
this
coffee remains drinkable
not
as refreshing as the first
five
a.m. in the car breakfast
does
anyone else think this much
if
not what’s wrong with him
a
fool to think anyone might find him here
away
from all of them
last
straw drawn
lines
in wet cement
will
be there forever
in
his mind
screw
loose or not. . .
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