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she stands alone
somewhere between intimacy
and chaotic Times Square
sometimes loud sometimes soft
remembering days that used to be
the fading cracks on her face
reminds us of acts of yesterday
Fanny and Gypsy Rose Lee
a pre-eminent vaudeville act
standing tall
inside she remains gorgeous
hanging with the crystal chandeliers
and the ghost of some acrobat
falling to his death on the mezzanine
while laughing at Burns and Allen
outside she still stands tall
looking over the statue of Father Duffy
and the madness of the Square
needing repair but not shattered
The Palace... our Grand Lady
7 comments:
Clever the way you've worked them all in.
Excellent words.
The Times Sq and all its madness. Broadway, The Grand Lady, and everything else,an unforgettable experience. You brought it out in the open.
Hank
inside she remains gorgeous
hanging with the crystal chandeliers
and the ghost of some acrobat
falling to his death on the mezzanine
while laughing at Burns and Allen
nice...fabulous description and a fresh take on the prompt...nice...
Dear Wayne: A lively and lovely sense of place in this very visual poem. Very nostalgic as well!
Vividly layered poem, Wayne... inner beauty and memories are enough.
Lovely tribute to the Palace...I like your unique take...
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