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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

James Conroy


Helen Sings Blues

The singer waits in the dark
for the spotlight moon. Smoky
night is all around. Her voice feels
so fragile, silent in the wings. Music
rises from below, calls forth the moon.
With a breath that has a sword through it
the song is begun. It is about love and death.
She is that close.