Three roles, all different facets in one person who exists only really as dialogues in himself: Maarten the Muser; Renaldo the Reactor; and Chorus, a trio of ornery kids he might have been or be becoming, circumstances permitting.

As the stage lights come up Maarten stands to the left. Renaldo sits looking at his hands. The three Chorus members stand on the proscenium wearing short trousers, silver masks, and silver-tipped tap shoes that they stamp as they shout each beat of their Chorus lines accompanied by drums and sheet lightning.

Mimosa

Maarten: Where go our thoughts when we loose them?
Renaldo: Who is bothered?
Chorus : We all are!

Maarten: Would thoughts lose their hues should we find them?
Renaldo: They’re hewed lower.
Chorus : Renaldo!

Maarten: Richer than music, thoughts come back
Renaldo: I’m atwitter.
Chorus : He’s solo!

Maarten: like sun in a clear stream remembered:
Renaldo: I could bridge it.
Chorus : A cards pro!

Maarten: walking to very first school day
Renaldo: On the boardwalk!
Chorus : No dunce, so!

Maarten: with biscuits she made for my pleasure.
Renaldo: So delicious.
Chorus : From best dough!

Maarten: Box lunches we lost in the shadows
Renaldo: I still miss them.
Chorus : Helped birds grow!

Maarten: when she stood much taller than I did
Renaldo: How I loved her.
Chorus : We all go!

Maarten: mimosa trees that I could climb then
Renaldo: Hid from brother.
Chorus : No help though!

Maarten: were cut down much later and bundled.
Renaldo: They had blighted.
Chorus : Ebbing flow!

Maarten: Found under dikes from my childhood,
Renaldo: Were they planted?
Chorus : We can’t know!

Maarten: they loosen emotion this evening.
Renaldo: Who is bothered?
Chorus : We all are!