Waiting for the Magic

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for the Real Toads prompt: All the World's a Stage

All the World's a Stage,

with me bumbling
about on it,

like Ms. Magoo,

tripping over my feet,

slapping myself

upside the head,

muttering to myself.

Curtains get stuck

on the draw-ropes,

opening and closing

at random moments,

dust thick

in the old theatre.

The audience

grows restless,

coughing,

shuffling their feet,

and rattling

their programs.

They are

waiting for

the magic

to begin.

Me, too!