Amazed

A poet spent a life in amazement
As she had no time to understand
And rehearse for what it is about.
Mouths agape,you do not mouth
Your words in Polish for a Nobel.
It is a stuff of poetic wonderment.

We are wondering for our poetry.
Her Nobel makes everyone amazed
At her surprising lack of rehearsal.
Our script is a repetition of details
Exeunt Rosencrantz -Guildenstern.
It is a tale told for the idiot savant.

We are busy painting faces green
In the green room we make faces.
On stage we make faces at crowds
We make up our very own wonder.

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