Hall black, she sits, clothes tight, bent double.
Tablet on lap smiling lyrical trouble
she stands. Breathes deep to calm her nerves,
struggles her jeans up over her curves.
A cat. she paces the stage to her place.
Tablet to her breast. Light anoints her face.
I wouldn't recognise, or try to meet,
seeing her ordinary on the street.
But here. This woman is not common clay.
I wait in awe, to learn, what she will say.
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