She, bright-eyed, brings home a rose–peach with hues of pink–
for her work in Romeo and Juliet. It’s sitting by the sink,
drinking a glass of water, as she dreams about the success
of this opening night, of future nights.
The crumpled theater program sits on the table,
its cover illustrating two lovers reaching for each other’s arms,
as I wonder about the magic of a day where “break a leg”
means something extraordinary.
(Note: the image is from hermes.hrc.ntu.edu.tw)