In the Park

Another night in Central Park For Shakespeare, as the sky turns dark. My husband made the tickets hap, A bonny feather in his cap. A lovely evening, weather-wise; The park, a forest in disguise. The actors, practiced, prepped and proud; The audience, a New York crowd. Yet I’m distracted from delight Because my poem I’ve yet to write. So here I sit before the show, Just hoping that the words will flow. My pencil’s poised upon the page As actors amble on the stage And magically, the rhymes arrive – I am the gladdest gal alive. I thank the stars right to the max. From this point on, I can relax And thrill tonight to “Much Ado…” From this, a spot-on perfect view!