I snatched a former poem by its ear, plunked it into a barber’s chair to lop off
a bushel’s worth of unruly locks. “Stage Fright” is the freshly shorn result.
If there is confusion over having read a suspiciously similar posting, this is a reworking of my former poem “Here and There”-as I’m trying to retrieve the original from every and any where.
Thank you from the center of my heart for your kind attentions.