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From Dancer This Swan |
Graceful feathers flutter lightly about
head. Neck extended in elegant arc flows
seamlessly into back. Slow circling turns
ripple through surroundings, electric. Command
is her forte, her audience, natural
ly responding
to every breath. Held. Released. Sky explodes
in light, misting rays of rainbow hues. Magic
translates to applause. Arms become wings, fall
back to bow, disappear into curtained captivity
until the next orchestra calls.
copyright 2014
A J
Huffman |
