The Women On The Stage

The Women On The Stage short poem

The women on the stage
have become a Shaker community

I like especially
how they make me believe
in their imperfections

when they talk
act
together
softly squabble
each with a unique inner light
I’m enchanted by seeing
who they are pretending to be

so clearly

and when they find common purpose
swept back together
in communion
by faith
and shared song and dance

it is perfection

a dream has been weaved for me
and
they
their two-part personalities

and time

are beautiful

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b. October 29, 1945 B.A. Hamilton College 1967 married to Dagney C. Ernest board game designer, programmer, database designer and application developer, photographer, artist, poet, and free-style dancer
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