Poem: Coda.

By on October 17th, 2010

Coda.

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How strange it is

To be leaving you.

How hard to accept

That our play has closed

To poor reviews

And lack of interest.

I never thought to go,

But I hear the door

Swinging closed behind me

With a final solid thunk.

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