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I left a hole in my script,
As if termites had gotten in
And weaved emptiness into the fine type.

Like a staccato
In the air;
A silent leap of faith
That lands softly and gracefully like a ballerina.

A hiccup;
A blunder you may say –
Hardly noticeable –
You can’t notice nothing.

I missed a line in my speech
For the thunder, lightning and rain to fill in.
The screaming catcalls and fanfares,
Beckon me slowly to the stage.

For the hole was patched up
Rudimentarily.
(Applause fills the air.)