Act II, Same Star

There’s no band
that plays at twilight
to paper dolls dressed for theater in the sky,
frozen in dreamy-eyed poses, and
still tongues murmuring things that could be said.

Angels walking on invisible stilts
roll the Sun on stage
to scissor-cut applause,
changed into a costume of moon robes,
and flashy beads of stars,

the impersonation begins...