Hopes and Dreams
Light rises on the kitchen.
Willy, talking, shuts the refrigerator door,
and comes downstage
to the kitchen table.
He is totally immersed in himself.
She more than loves him,
she admires him,
his massive dreams
and little cruelties,
served her only as sharp reminders,
of the turbulent longings within him.
But she lacks the temperament
to utter and follow to their end.
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