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the mime’s lament

there she stands

silent

her red lips and

black brows

stark

against the whiteness

of her face

she stands silent

watching him

pirouette

sashay

he executes the steps with

grace and poise

she applauds

silent as the grave

there is the heart

on her sleeve

can he not

see it

does he not

comprehend

she dances after him

falls on her knees

at his feet

wringing her hands before her

in supplication

oh, can you not see!

she shouts silently

he turns

noticing her

ah, the funny mime

he laughs

deigning to extend a

hand

he lifts her to her

feet

what is it, silent one

has some lucky knave

caught your eye?

she explains

as best she can

but her silent best

only earns her

more benevolent

condescending smiles

with an airy wave

of the hand

he bids her summon him

if she needs help

warding off lovesick

swains

he saunters away

rejoins the glittering crowd

of majestic ladies

they titter behind their fans

as he blithely

romances them

while she

stark in black

and white

stands

stares

silent as a tomb

while her heart

screams

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