Tuesday, January 4, 2011

The Beautiful Irony

(Palmdale, California 2011)

After we undressed the pine
and folded up its boughs,

snow fell
on the south land.

Palm leaves flared
like ghost fans

a geisha
may have swirled
during her stage dance
honoring Winter.

Inspired, I went out
and became dance child
of the high desert ---

no gliding
on barge-slow sandals, all

stray steps
in soaked tennis shoes.

And whirling there
under sky, umbrella
and sparrow's song,

I watched you smile,
a tall figure
handsome enough
to light the yard,

regal lamp
descending from The House
of Magyar

delivered from a street
I have always known
as Poetic.

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