Aerobics 6 p.m.
Dizzy but still alive
Inside this conversation
I ask if you have a sister
And if she'll know me
If I'm with you.
Taking a purple
Scrunchie off your wrist
You pass it through
Your hot hair then
Point to some guy
In the corner whose
Spastic angel arms and
Jacknife jacks are
Comical but unrehearsed
And in the mirror
Now I see your sister
There beside you
Moving backward in a
Perfect glide of unmarked years
Her shining skin
Her smooth dark calves
Her hair holding the light of a
Hundred glistening bodies
The flawless curve of her neck.
Her, dancing.
Oh how I love this! I love "Her, dancing" for the finish and how much, how much feeling and sense of larger story and movement there is in these few words.
"spastic angel arms and jacknife jacks"
just great
well, hey, thank you kathy. glad you liked this one--
Gary, I read a short piece like this and redouble my resolve to read your longer pieces, the first few paragraphs of which always force me to stop and wait until I can come back with enough time to give them the attention they obviously deserve. I'm really looking forward to getting familiar with your work.