69 – AFTER ACT 4

Posted on February 8, 2014 by Ken Greenman

we live the theater –
Image blurred
The street light paint is fading
our props, cardboard,
insinuate block and bone.
Carefully,
we step through puddles
that crinkle, never splash.
Our warm brick home a plywood house
held by two by fours.
The smile you glued
across your face this morning
you peel off
at night.

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About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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