The bag woman in the rain
The delicate
Motionless: branch’s (getting smaller to
an invisible point)
Among the air
Still within the air
Un-choreographed
Pure symmetry
One down
And one up
Torso twisted
...Corkscrewing
In a frozen second
Stillness, just momentary
Amongst a green
Audience unaware
Nor caring
As the midnights
Magic dust
Somehow fell and found
This moment.
just had to to be
to retain this.
All tomorrows’
And yesterdays
And a state of being
The motion
Took me round
So in seeing
The other side.
Of beauties back
Touched by the eye
Like an accidental
Private view
Her lifeless frame
Retaining the life
In apparent motion
Gone in the horizon
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