Ages of Man (a poem based on the “All the world’s a stage” monologue from Shakespeare’s As You Like It)
Ages of Man
Out of the pellucid womb, I grasp for reeds I can weave
into a song. Hoping by a smile of favor, I may play
a fragrant note.
Or be the crack in a sideways street
whose upset cries for the hills that came before.
Leaving room for a familiar door
to close the curtains parted in passion.
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