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The Dancers

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The Dancers
After Mary Oliver

I once saw two dancers,
Contortionists at play,
Gliding along the floor,
Their bodies
Like two boneless skeletons
Twisting so rapidly in place;
With unfathomable discipline
They stuck their moves
And waltzed forward
On their weightless feet,
Under the hot lights
Through tight costumes and volatile shoes
Over polished tile
Following the applause from a sea of fans,
They danced
Like two aerial birds
Like a spinning wheel
Like an unchained melody





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