Auditioning for myself
the lights went down
the sound amped up
my head turned round
Auditioning for myself
the handbill flew
into the seats
the chosen few
Auditioning for myself
last line unread
the words reborn
inside my head
Auditioning for myself
I begged my leave
the stage door open
—a last reprieve
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September,2020)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good one. There is a nice rhythm. Something i can hum in the shower.