Life Is Her Stage

She's different,
As from another planet,
Performing daintily, refined,
Her dress is awkward,
Even cumbersome,
Her actions ponderous and light,
Never unpolished, vulgar;
She's adroit, facile,
Moves about carrying a big red nose,
Flappy colored hair,
Flippy shoes and hands,
Using colors that bring cheer,
Even dizziness when looking.
A professional entertainer
Who after her appearance, disappears
Like a ghost from her life's stage.

by Elizabeth Hoch

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