Friday, June 16, 2006

THE FOURTH WALL

I am sitting on this bench, a makeshift bleacher, only 4 benches high, looking out onto an empty football field, littered only with mud, twigs and one couplet ~ two lovers on a blanket, their shoes off, their arms entwined.

The sun is behind a row of oaks which are beyond the field and form a stage curtain, a reverse proscenium arch, which means I am backstage, peering out into the sun.

OUVRE LES RIDEAUX DE TES YEUX

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