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Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Shadow Dancer

To each, his own shadow dancer
is appointed to tantalize
the mind, morphing with every
pass of a wavering light.
Always close, if you care
to look in front or behind
of your wandering shoes,
gliding along behind you
changing like a reflection
in circus mirrors.
When boredom threatens
to infest the mind,
your shadow dancer reaches out,
with a polite cough,
to tap on your hunched shoulder
and ask for the honor
of this evening dance.

1 comment:

CLAY said...

"if you care
to look in front or behind
of your wandering shoes"--You have stolen my heart with that statement. Oh! the mystery and resilience to see! putrefaction, putrefaction and possible resurrection at the end. who knows.Brilliant Sarah! I am a fan of your poetry. You MUST publish my dear.

-Clay