T’was the night of seismics
that we all lucked out,
seeking entertainment
in the underground,
came upon a dark
spontaneous cabaret
even all the locals
had been mum about,
where we saw a small girl
with a broken leg
sing so eloquently
on her fishbowl life,
it was evident that
we had all been changed.
First we cried and laughed
and then we signed her cast.