A elaborate round trip <br />with stage money and <br />a piping voice that shuffles <br />in and out of our front and <br />back doors. <br /> <br />yes this is our viennese waltz, <br />with clowns, kings, jesters, and <br />a full moon with plans of its own. <br /> <br />the scene changes, the puppets <br />stand up and go, in walks light, <br />this light we call hope.<br /><br />david gerardino<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stage-money/
