I still see that glorious body
suspended in air
or wrappd in wheels
stopping time
dance does that
or sex or a poem
I spread fig preserves
on boulart toast
& remember the dancer
gliding thru my guests
at a party at my lake house
for a moment time stops again
he's in mid-leap
& I'm too young to realize
how soon the curtain drops
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| (photo by Jack Mitchell) |
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