Stage Left Bank
Seeing elephants made of clay
as you drive to teach youth
can never be a good sign
lights rise
men in distinguished hats rarely dance
Quick
moving boxes filled with spaghetti
curtains part
a woman sings a shrill note that goes from G to E
and back, no Bach, no concerto, just her sliding note
in the key of grass
Applause
Silence
A small dog timidly peeks out
a clay elephant in his mouth
forty-two teeth marks and a missing leg
A small boy runs in
thud of footfall
gives the dog a fedora to wear
placing it between the ears
then screaming one single note
the boy pogo jumps away
The play had never begun
Jennifer Miller McIntyre
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