Wednesday, May 24, 2006

Dancing in Boetia

The unformed has a grace that the fully-formed rejects.
The May birch tree with mouse ear leaves,
the sun groping its way over the line of day,
the tip of an image as it teases the mind,
are three Graces, dancing in Boetia,
white tulle floating,
wrists turned slightly outward.

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