A Poet's Dying Breath
Sunday, December 6, 2015
The patterns of dust on the floor
tell the tale of dancers
moving in time
and learning new things,
meeting new people.
It's wonderful,
when the light shines just so
on the tiles
where there were once
dark shapes on a golden floor.
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