Tuesday, 6 November 2012

Poem - Arabesque



 
In the Now
you don't wonder how
to be
or what
to do
you just melt
in a glissade
and jeté
                  into a chassé
               then fly by in
                           a  t o u r   e n   l’ a i r e
without knowing these names
dug in French
scripted
into motion
for your language
needs
no
words
to
pirouette
in



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