Friday night and the lights are low.Tinseltown dimmed, marquees dark,Broadway shut down.Performers encased at home, mouths agape.No words. No melodies.No sound escapes their parched lips.Feet stilled, faces bare. They sit, not in the wings,but on couches and chairs. No audience.Just the cat curled up on their feet,surprised to find this comfort in these hours.The night […]

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