Poet in the Rain

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THE DANCER

2/23/2011

Copyright 2011 Gordon Kuhn

The dancer raised herself up on her toes

plié, heels down, arose, looked to the sound of the music

which swept through her like the wind crossing an open plain

chose a classic pose

step, smooth , step, up, lifted arms, spun, leg up, lift,

hand curled fingers moving with the sounds that brought her to her feet

gentle dancer drunk with the music, drunk with sound,

drunk with the feel of her body as it moved beneath the lights

her gown glistened before the crowd, plié, step, leg up and bow,

she looked down at the floor and spun into the waiting arms

of her partner who lifted her high so high she could have touched the clouds

and oh how her love for it all melted inside her and she was one with all

with every beat, every note, every step, beauty swept,

and the music swirled and the lights danced upon the jewels in her hair

and rapture, rapture burst her heart with joy at the sound

while rose petals fell all around

all around and covered the ground