Literary Yard

Search for meaning

By Karen Lee Stradford

I’m looking forward to
a good time,
seat at the stage.
My friends are waiting
for me.

They can see the excitement
on my face.
People dance and sing
the aisles.

The woman next to me
is rude and
snaps at others
with a scowl.

I wonder who killed
her joy
she arrived.

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