The heavy
glare of the evening sun
Laid bare
the acid wash
Of your
black denim
The rips and
tears
Of fallen
dances
Absent the
grace of the feminine deity
Who lit your
soul one night in the long
Lahoda
jahoda
Now it was a
clear day’s moonrise
All who
watched you move
Saw a dancer
Step by step
Caressing the
asphalt
With thoughts
that filled the air
Like a cliché
The modern
artist
Has abandoned
the original thought
For redefinition
But all who
watched you dance
Saw an
optimist
Through the
voice of Reason redefined
A new
authenticity to par
Jason Greendyk
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