as she turned her face into the camera and
a liquid glimmer caught light number two,
the one that Jerry set just so, to angle
feathery gold fringes of the hairdo
she arranged to get the night before.
Could she sense the extra pause? I faltered
with the dialogue, lines over-practiced
in between sips of neglected brandy
cross-legged on my sectional settee.
Late distraction when I heard her breathing
over in the corner, closed eyes smiling.
That was when I had to ditch my doubting
and admit my acting had to shut down
soon as this unending shoot wrapped up,
then I would tell her of the other writer
and the script my brain scanned unrelenting,
in between the wooden words we quoted.
Finally, our speeches were expiring
and the hip director beckoned blithely
for the cameraman to zoom in slow,
very slow, so slow as we sat clutching
for that final shot, then as we parted,
she was magic as she walked away.
MNA
4/6/2023
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