to dance

working more with meter

i elevé the sunrise whirling

ribbons orange, pink and blue

then pirouette to heaven’s blaze and

graze the noonday sun.

i chassé, croisée my soul’s desire

as i glissade sinew and bone.

when curtainfalls, i bow my head and

curtsey to the stars above

adagio a breath with God. i dream.

then begin my dance anew.

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