You Caught Me In
 

 

Boy looking out the window. 

You caught me in
shaken surprised,
though I heard you there
rattling about,
outside the door.

 
You caught me in
taken aback,
found me here in my little room
with its dusty shelves, its unmade bed.


You caught me in
embarrassed, afraid,
the lines I've unfinished,
the finished unmade.

Theater box with patrons watching.
Yes, you caught me in
my theaters here, the script and the stage,
the scenes I've played and have yet to play.

Ah! You caught me home,
unaware at my work.
Hadn't the time to change my shirt,
and you stand and you gape
with that quizzical look
but, what have you to say
'bout the privacy took.
What have you to say,
What have you to say
now that you've found me,
my script and my play?

 

December 3, 1970

By Lady LaMythica (Linda A. Copp)


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