Old Masters
In contemporary motion,
Her work
But not a work of hers
I was in good company
As troubled by the notion,
Same company
New director
Same rigor...same devotion
Why...
Or should they even cease
I heard she was resting
Yet here is a new piece...
Written clearly across tickets and cast
There was her name
Would I have otherwise ever believed?
Here was his work of hers’
And there was I
Seated...in the row of the bereaved.