The Dance |
Rakish panama askew Eagle profile Bent towards her every move He watches from the shadows She is dancing slow Entranced, entrancing .... Leather sandals slapping sharply on her soles Tight circles spinning round her As the long green dress Swings outward and away Cascade of tinkling bangles throwing arms A jangle in the drums Still he watches Drinking slowly With scant breath And now Her body splays out in the shadow Eyes closed still A rapt smile Still remembering Hunch-backed he lopes off to the bar With one glance backward Just one glance She never saw. Morgal (8/6/97) |
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