A dance in triple time

 

A dance in three movements.

All of expression is here, from rhythmic rise to

syncopated sway. To flow again.

 

Beneath, a gentle roll presses on tide-scoured stones.

Borne aloft by a lunar score.

 

Above is the floating hang; the

breath before the crescendo.

 

At the pinnacle, spume- tossed sprites waltz, then

pirouette in to nothingness.

All the more beautiful at their passing.

 

Copyright Tom Tide 2016

 

 

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