Tag: Dance
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Lightness of Age
In the moonlight, with grace and style. the old folks start their first time dance.Young, they watched winged flight, felt the warble with delight. In the patient beat of time, knew the stepof the meadow’s light.Now, snowflakes later, they finally dance with the wind, this special harvest night.
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I Think My Dog Needs a Bath
The dust of my house pirouettes to its own song, a dog-nosed existence in gray arrangements— the particulate matter of belly rubs and hocks stirring in a delicate assemblé of dog hair waiting for the start of heartfelt applause.
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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…
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Dancer in the Mirrors
In the spinning mirrorsthe dance is hers. She leans a little more,to the glow.The balancing pointonly she sees.