Tonight's Poet Corner: Closing Night

Closing Night
by Belinda Roddie

This is the way my world ends:
not with a bang, but with a curtain call.
I'm brought to the brink of a stage where
rose petals have already been petrified
and turned to gray. Still, I look forward
to the next script I'm offered; perhaps
this time, I'll play a villain or magician.
Or maybe the story will be funnier, with
way fewer lofty and pretentious monologues,
which the audience seems to snore at.

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