April 28, 2009

New Day


'Twas about all that jazz & more
Dilemmas & dire straits
Trippin' the light fantastic toe
In cacophony of the invisible
Jived all night
All nights.

As the trumpet flower blooms
Night changes to noon
Troupe recedes
Ocean fades
Snow dries up
Tonight, I dance alone.

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