? dance miniature #3

      ***


Affinity names them not. The fecund lines
felt by the muscles as they consume space
linger. A distributed trace for they align
the shifts across the diagonals of a crystal.

[silent lullaby]

      ***


In the tensile soul of a tram,
steadfastly enfolded,
viscid eyes,
a silent lullaby.

[poems that collide]

      ***


There is a poem about poems that collide

Poems that connect laterally, support
a multitude of words in improvised holds
pushes underpins

Poems without a rule to combine them, juxtaposed
Poems that flood into each other

Poems that find a pattern to grow around
that grow into a tissue that vibrates
when poked by an accidental prey

--- [July 24th] [tiny edit Dec 2023]

Clara

      Clara


He lowered the curtains to curtail the blaze
as she entered, the Erklärung of the clearance.
A few bright stripes on the dance floor and beyond
that, Ame-no-Uzume, shining presence contained.

? dance miniature #2

      ***


Imminent immanence imagined
in the intricate intention
Undulation underpinned by
contracting and letting go
Bringing in and pushing away
Stepping forth and stepping back
The toes walk
The fingers bow
The ribs wave

[The first time]

      ***


The first time I saw you --
That glance I stole,
dressed up in the familiar.
We are what we wear -- the confident step
into a racing heart.

Laziness

      Laziness


The sky asked, but I didn't follow.
The tree asked. The grass.
The stone asked, but I stayed inside.
The memory of flying asked,
but I laid my wings. Who the stone,
who the winged man, who the grass.
The food packagings cram the table,
float the trash basket.
Lay down this day's slouched back.
Dream, and wake.