ACT I
SCENE 1
Enter I. Carrying a camera. Stops to look down at a dead junco on the deck beneath the kitchen window. Black and white, head covered in leaves, its feet curled around the inevitable.
I: Take its picture.
I: Forget it.
[Exeunt.]
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Leaves take a seat
The show can begin. A matinée. I play the lead. I can play anyone. Just ask a poem. And I do.
Enter I. Carrying a camera. Stops to look down at a dead junco on the deck beneath the kitchen window. Black and white, head covered in leaves, its feet curled around the inevitable.
I: Take its picture.
I: Forget it.
Enter I. Carrying a camera. Stops to look down at a dead junco on the deck beneath the kitchen window. Black and white, head covered in leaves, its feet curled around the inevitable.
I: Take its picture.
I: Forget it.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment