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The Audience By Sibyl Taylor From black shiny walls to a glimpse of sunlight I squint painfully into the sun till my eyes adjust and its heaviness envelops me my shoes scrunch on the stones So this is just what it is an enormous voluptuous sound that stretches and soars all the way to the grey-haired gentleman in the back row He taps his cigarette against the table And everywhere the light envelops us there is a burst of applause before the room empties they smile and put on their hats and gloves this is just what it is-- a glimpse of sunlight And I, from down below, squinting up into the sun |
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