I sit with my back against a wall
the last dancer has gone
strains of music linger
in a sleeve of silence
unsettled air
from the cuff of movement
footprints urge me
to cover them with my own
one more time
Published – Coe Review, Fall 2010
I sit with my back against a wall
the last dancer has gone
strains of music linger
in a sleeve of silence
unsettled air
from the cuff of movement
footprints urge me
to cover them with my own
one more time
Published – Coe Review, Fall 2010