All the players are gone.
The spare Playbills have been collected .
A glove that missed a pocket lays here.
An abandoned water bottle perches on a window ledge.
The soft echo of ushers' voices haunts the quiet halls accompanied by the occasional click-clack of footsteps.
Slowly the energy of learning in these halls fades for the evening, with the hope it's been transported to the outside.
Before you know it, as a new day dawns. the curtain will be going up again.
Such a great metaphor! Some days it really is like putting on a show. My favorite visual imagery is the glove!
ReplyDeletei hope the play went well!
ReplyDeleteI love this line: "Slowly the energy of learning in these halls fades for the evening, with the hope it's been transported to the outside." So true!
ReplyDeleteAh, the ebb and flow of the school day. Such a true analogy to a play, yet so much more real, of course. I love your line "The energy of learning."
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