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Mar 2020
In an armchair at the hotel reception
I am practising my lines
outside there's a thunderstorm
the rain rattles each time
the doors open

Repeating sentences
in between, watching
the public theatre
of the beautiful outside
of the elderly couple

sipping a drink
and waiting impatiently for a taxi
talking about friends and acquaintances
in whom they recognize the inner sides
of the characters from the play
Hotel lobby (1943, Edward Hopper)

Shirley: visions of reality (2013 Gustav Deutsch)

Collection "NightWatch"
Zywa
Written by
Zywa
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