The little theater
with the little lights
and the big dreams-
and the faces
on faces
and the snags in the seams,
and something
to the order of 73 seats
for 73 people
who'd like to believe
for free,
and the way we
made a breathing body
out of shapes
and how
we made a family
out of cohabitants,
and everything
trite you could say
about making art
but that's what we did,
and I miss it
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