We all could be better

Rudolph

Somewhere lost in yesterday
In between blurred memories
A red cap champ and a confused muse…
Filmed here on
Through the curtains of today.

What happened to starting what you can’t finish?
The nightingale has stopped singing
The haiku is caught in a comma
There are no more traffic thoughts.

You cannot put out your fires?
I bet you miss the dark corners.
You now have a new audience to tell tales
Yet I was an entire stadium.

Those lost notes won’t give you a goodnight
Till you trace your steps back to duets
To the voices after the applause
To confused muses
And a glass of red.

Vera