Monday, February 22, 2010

Herein

the tall-girl, dark

hair swaying, brown-

black-gleaming-eyes, the

mute surprise, the

hurried-look, the

stuttered-grab

at a sure

thing, with

a twist of the knees

and a

sideways-glance, she

asks me, asks

me

to dance . . .

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