like a tooth from an ancient play
the eldest takes guilt wrapped in newspaper
irons the yellowed pages
before filing it absently in a rusted trunk
and the key --
long lost by a gleeful prop boy.
wandering alone in a darkened theater
she fondles the green curtains heavy with dust
slipping on dirty masking tape stuck to the floor.
the eldest dimly remembers a line or two
and whispers it, hoarsely,
in the wings.
~ regan lee, 1988
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