REHEARSAL

The sun reaps
its rays
by a beard
who speaks rapturously
her lines for my new play
"The Watch,"
the brow of the understudy
moves curiously
in a brush up way
by the dress rehearsal hours
with my four stars
lined up as constellations
on the floor
in hide and seek moments
flushed with excitement
who will transmute
rings of laughter and tears
uttered by the attained words
bruised for truths
divided by syllables
trapped in the underground
dance music and shadows
of voices on stage.