AT THURSDAY'S END

The worst offering
of yesterday's standing
in the chorus line
at the play's dress rehearsal
in the college basement
amid snacks and cookies
is a sudden forgotten tune
you sang with strum und drang
for us amid rich human feelings
with overwhelming sentiment
in the scent and sentimentality
of your last red rose hat
of French chapeaus
in October's music shadows
you put on for us in a festival
for a feel easy show's rehearsal
about Marlene Dietrich.