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Bernie |
Missing
Dances
May 2, 2001
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In the studio dancers grunt and sweat,
Striving for something perfect,
Each movement polished knowingly,
At some point becoming the dance.
In the ring riders kick and strain,
Driving and holding, thin lipped, tense,
Nowhere seen grace or freedom,
And the texts do not mention the dance.
In a quiet place she schools the horse,
Feels his hoofbeats in her heart,
Utmost collection, breath held, bitten lip,
Rewards both partners with fireworks gallop.
Utter joy Is serious work,
But see the sparkle in their eyes,
Defying dragons and swim the wind,
Rejoicing rhythms of cascading delights.
Walking briskly, then half a thought,
Butterfly soft into canter dream,
Feel the beat, alive to breathe,
Shared unheard music, transcendent, immortal.
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