Wednesday, August 8, 2007

last dance

It would be untruthful

to say that it felt like a waste of time

dual echos tethered to the cold fleeting foolish shore

this is how it looks from 3 stories high

this is 1 week of isolation in the rain fields

this is one more guarded glimpse of you

transparent dancing on red cliffs

where most forward progression needs dawns permission

it was there that all six senses broke

while beams of sunlight retired on your shoulders

the eastern wind blew all around you

tempered by the inertia of your steps

in twice time of the crashing surf

throwing exploding white floral bouquets of salt

up over your auburn hair at random angles

I just watched

as the day crept away

and sunset on your last dance at Hammond castle

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