CURTAIN CALL

Shadows in reverse, small strips of brightness
Sneak between the curtains' ends where they don't meet.
Light from the streetlight wends from street to stray upon my wall.
White, black and grey, it makes it; striped,
And I can't sleep. I rise
And close the curtains tight.
Outside the street-light stays.
I took my curtain call.
Goodnight.

Andrew Starling