shadows linger
along
the
baseboards of this sequined desert
whispering of turquoise disillusionment
brandishing the cut-glass bottle of
regret and doubt
as
circle skirts twirl unheeded against this purple dusk-sky
dust disturbed in determined driven movement
unable to ignore the call
unable to remain
unbent
bend
kick it up & dig that boot deep to earth
kick it up & dance away from surrender's bitter-root
nod to the shadows
grab it's gnarled ancient hand
take it to your chest to beat alongside
is there another word for heart?
red, bloody pumping thing
muscle of soul & life
beating madly present on this purple-sky day
bring in the charcoal shadow
outline the tap tap tap
bend--accept
bend--accept
as fire crackles & leaps calling shadows to light
circle
burning
bending
until
it is only about
the
dancing in the dust
