A poem first published in Potato Eaters, published by Finishing Line Press, copyright 2008.
Autumn, the ballet, dances
through the speechless trees, resplendent
motion uttering no sound.
Painted atmospheres tickle
a spectator, that flesh colored leaf
standing at the center, earthless –
a Renaissance bather in a silent film.
Beneath the young girl’s feet,
cold clay moonrocks touch tenderly.
Standing motionless, she takes flight
like a naked sparrow, windblown;
no chill strikes her skin; she listens
to all that is quiet and warm,
warmth which radiates not
from the yellow sun, but from her angel spine
with knowledge of the breathless wind.
Unworldly, unafraid, enjoying
the dance she sees, fancying
herself a participant.
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