imagine you are picking up the long folds of your dress
and your feet sweep
across the wooden floor,
pretend you are reaching for the tall gentleman in waiting
and extend your hand, palm up
to him,
in this way,
brush front,
reach back
and let the one-two-three, one-two carry
you away, with the same grace
that it always has, as the dancers twirl
in elegant pairs, in silence,
and in memory.
~
RNH
