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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