Their Feather Dance
When she danced he knew his hope was a feathered thing.In the moonlight, she shone,a blue smooth watery rippleof ostrich wings that made her seem his Cleopatra in bas-relief.She raised her hand to the sky and up high, six feathers flew up.And just as quickly returned toearth a billow of floating down.His twi-night met her…
Dancer in the Mirrors
In the spinning mirrorsthe dance is hers. She leans a little more,to the glow.The balancing pointonly she sees.