Friday, November 5, 2010

Constraints

1. prompt: closing a door/turning a page

Careless, to lose
the knack of dancing
hips and quick feet
snaky, suggestive
oh so sensuous.

See her at the party,
in her parents' large
kitchen, on dormitory
verandah, in the caravan
where she cavorted

addicted to suppleness
but not subtlety. Close
that door, forget: she
an instrument strung
between drumbeats

has vanished, twirled
away over the horizon.
At sixty, she now must
force herself to walk
daily.  A soft-shoe patter.

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