It's Still Life

We Dance

We are intricate velvet.
We are a dance at the altar.

A river of our silly misfortunes.

We move.
We dance.

Like the cold oak.
Like red calla lilies.

The river is the dance.

And the sun cried out
for respite, for

Evening!
Evening!

for dVerse Quadrille “Silly” 44 words. This is a reworked Found poem created from “Hymn” by Joseph Fasano ©️ Misky 2020. Image from WikiArt CC:00 Fair Use Lic4