void Dancer

She climbs the hill on a ray of light,

and flips her acrobatics

through the silhouettes of trees,

surveys the morning fields

astride a dragonfly,

toasts her soul

in the heat of the day,

hauls the moon

up over the hill

with the ballast of the setting sun

and explodes to rest

in faceted powder

deep in blueblack sky.

~ Marceline Lasater ~


©1998 Marceline Lasater/ RedBird Café
All rights reserved. Unauthorized reproduction prohibited by all applicable laws.

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