Sunday, September 4, 2011

The Dance - Eliot Cardinaux

The Dance


A view of my shoelace,
widened and clear like a flaxen sun,
bent in the bridge of cool summer.

I have been here,
the rock is rough,
I hear dancing,
smile of another.

I went in the children’s chatter
to where the air feels warm
and waits in pockets
for the dancers’ push.

There my eye widened
on another journey;
I will follow, join the dance,
these fingerprints are mine.

Your invitation
passes like a shadow
whose wings are wide.


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