It's Still Life

A Dance Beyond

We’ll dance over the sun,
amongst the weeds and red dust,

dance with the backdoor hanging
on one hinge.

We’ll dance light as a moth’s wing.
Dance our way into sunset’s throat

as it beats upon our senses, an old
drum-plucked strut.

Skirts in a twirl, hand-fanning music,
and feet feathered beat.

We’ll dance to the beating heat
of a Seville-orange sun.

We’ll dance until darkness
carries us off to a place well beyond.

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