By Vivi Sojorhn
Sing to the balcony grown-ups says he
Wear velvet and tights with a bow
A bow that is red or green nothing in between
Change from boots to patent leather
Stiff, mess, coats, beanies, hats, mittens on strings
Sing to the grown ups at the back. Peek around the red curtain.
Lights dim out there, and we walk to the risers. Rise
Confetti falls like snow to the stage
Lights on the song, bounce, and smile.
2025(c)ViviSojorn

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