Nurture your Nature

All's Well That Ends Well

         The stage:

warm brown wood with a pergola above,
khaki drapes, 'iron' scroll-work,
the sharpened Shakespeare tongue.

Soft green grass of the university Oval
         caresses my toes, my ass.

The green-brown 'hill' looms behind the bell-tower: 6:28,
         two minutes to a chime.

         Alas,
the black and white figures on the hill crawl along the zig-zag paths
         like goats.

High wisps against a blue,
red-costumed actors,
         the crew? They do it all themselves.

Soft lawn and hard concrete, lying in the park,
listening to Shakespeare's repartees re virginity.
         I leave before the dark.

The theatrical production from MSU, Montana Shakepeare in the Parks, was in town today. They've toured all of Montana, even done shows in North Dakota, Idaho and Wyoming this summer. Do it every year I guess. This year: All's Well That Ends Well and tomorrow, Macbeth. There was a good crowd but it got chilly and I had problems following the play. Not used to theatre and not familiar with this particular play. Now Ibsen ...

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