Friday, April 8, 2016

watching listening and breathing

she moves as gracefully as the wind
her hair sweeping across her neck
with each bow stroke, her body lifts and falls
like an angel caught on a rising and falling
cloud, we breathe with her
the music breathes back and when
she puts down the bow and turns to us
her feet touch the ground only then,
she bows, smiles and disappears.

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