Empty Seats

The actor paces across his stage,
finding his feet anticipating
the paces he will tread come nighttime.

The empty seats echo back his elocution —
words that murmur and rise,
fall, like birdsong.

Convincing himself to expect applause,
he reprises that first, most precious repertoire:
acting for himself.


Author: redgladiola

Creative writer happily predisposed to flights of fancy. You can find my poetry and short prose at

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