Wednesday, July 10, 2013

What is the unexpected voice in a good meal & in a poem?


Dance.
Dance of energy.
Dance of words.
Dance of taste.
Dance of articulation.

The thrill of having a poem signed.  Pure dance.  
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  1. Susan E. GangelJuly 17, 2013 at 10:33 AM

    H cont


    In this fair dawn, he declared,
    I do not want ever to display
    rumpled goods,
    estuary notwithstanding.

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