Saturday, September 14, 2019
Beauty
Beauty
Eye-to-eye with wide open eyes
the lightness is threaded
and carried by the sound of violin.
Steps spin not missing a note
and not adding one on the precise
chords of the piano.
The arms that give and the eyes that receive,
instep to instep. There is a unique resolution
to the arc suspended on a hand and the edge of a toe
if one solves for the afternoon sun.
The dance studio expands
beyond the sun,
beyond time.
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