Last week, little anglophilac me
attended pride and prejudice
(note lower case)
in a small summer theater,
filled with ex-pats from the City,
escapees from summer heat,
and ladies with hats.
The set was futuristic-
a library with pastel stacks-
and five equitys in costume
who appeared and disappeared
while performing bits of Austin.
At one dramatic pause
the actors pulled from
somewhere in their jerkins
or empire dresses, cell phones,
and finished the dramatics
with digital abandon.
I swear the first thing Darcy said was,
Guess where I’m calling from !
and Elizabeth replied, Get out of town!
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