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opening night     


the
orchestra tunes –
bows stroke and pull
on strung nerve

the conductor
points his pale wand
as if to
discover truth

shifting in its seat
an audience
waits
the advent...

stun
of cymbals in the
dark hall, that

spurts symphonies and
quivering, lies


© 1977 by Beth Stevens