Curtain Call from Souvenirs by Shenandoah Davis

The facts are vague, but you re-count them all (have they improved with age?)
You with your slingshot and your wrecking ball waiting to take the stage.
I’m not the one who missed the curtain call, but I’m the one who is ashamed.
Somebody told me how I stole your show, all for my own acclaim.
But I would be happy in the chorus, down in your dressing room rehearsing all your lines – and in the finale,
shine.
And I would bring you flowers every time.
We shared a roll of film in black and white (you made the sidewalk spin)
But the photographer was out of sight, too late to capture it.
And I would be happy in the chorus, down in your dressing room rehearsing all your lines if I could call you
mine.

• Avant-Garde
• Classical
• Parlour Music
• Pop
• Singer-Songwriter
• Seattle