rising with the curtains

glinting off your sequined dress I
see myself and all the rest, and think it’s
funny, how they say the night falls, because
in your voice it stands mighty tall, rising
with the curtains and beaming
like the moon and stirring up the
jazz band until it sings above the rest, stars
glinting off your sequined dress.

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