he stood
mostly concealed
looking out through the curtain
and the glass
deliberately
he kept himself
in shadow
here
in the dark
only he
could watch
and here in the shadows
only he
unseen
outside
was springtime
small islands …
disappearing …
of snow
the rest
was green
in the glow
of a newfound
sun
and in the crystal light
she danced
free
as her arms
whirled around
free
as she spun
and kicked up
her legs
a prance
of a dance
she joined it
with everything
she had
the puff
of her breath
was a signal
sent out in smoke
he ground his teeth
behind
the curtain
he watched
avid
each move she made
and he wished
how he wished
she had found
some other stage
to perform on
but there she was
there he was
and so
they stay
while the dance
goes on
~
A great poem, Frank.
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Cheers Robbie. An inspired moment.
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This strikes me as an ominous foreshadowing. Shivers!
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Likewise, I had a lot of thoughts about the possibilities of this before I decided it was seasonal, Christine.
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