True Theater Poem by Sofia Fiona
True Theater
Awaiting the season's theater play,
I hear a small buzz on the floor
of the still-empty hall.
A helpless fly,
like a black-laced damsel in distress,
tied to the train tracks by the antagonistic Cold.
It desperately flails its little wings
and tries to escape the approaching train
of clueless feet, rumbling over the marble
with eager momentum, panting to see
Theater Drama.
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