a rose undone.
Chasing the fabric
of dance,
you become the turning thread
of the wind –
a cyclone moving –
your inner stillness untouched.
Ribbon of light,
fantail of dreams –
orange plumes become
an aqua gemstone comb
tucked behind the ear –
an afterthought walking through time –
the eyes in a poster
following every passing pedestrian.
You are La Belle Époque.
Cristina M. R. Norcross
Oconomowoc, WI, USA
Donated to ICRC (International Committee of the Red Cross)
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