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The dancers (Free verse) by richa

I can see a henge and its stone circle of bodies, some still, some imitating the steps of a young dancer slowly retracing and then collapsing under gravity, then finding their feet again. I could see ghosts live among us colliding in the planes forged in air wandering into us, placing their hands on ours in much the same way as they. I can see them dancing again imitating shapes like a young dancer.

Dovina 11-Jan-07/11:15 AM
A nice comparison and even a bit emotional, for which you should be ashamed.

"they." in S5 seems abrupt, as if something's missing.




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