Running about
the auditorium
holding puppets
that shroud the
hands and create
shadowy pulses
across felt and
marble, the
puppeteers writhe
their fingers
in rhythmic
trance to bewitch
our senses and
convince us of
their mastery
in the arts of
language and
perception but
what if that
suspension,
that agreed upon
deception were
to shatter like
burnt wood and
crumble into
ash before their
youthful eyes?
Everyone, as
far as I have
been lead to
believe, would
still smile and
applaud.
Composed 05/21/14
Author’s Note: My students are putting on a puppet show today to showcase their English abilities. I think they’ll do fine, but I can’t help but be a bit nervous.
Two Second Street 
The puppet show was wonderful, Adam! Some of them had little bits of creative out-of-the-box action, too! Great fun!
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I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. Thanks!
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