Deal 906: Tanka Twice

1 Darkness

White knuckles grip cane,
dark alley rat over toes,
my feared encounter.
Yet hope remains, saves the night,
rise above vermin, take flight.

2 Staged

Eyes closed, reclining
on backs of chairs, hoping gasps
for awe not flashing.
She fits, but prop sticks, oh no!
Then all is ok, applause!

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