elliot r. wolfson

on one foot dancing

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let us dance
in lavender robe
and cashmere cap
trimmed by thread
tying speech
to saying unsaid
beneath lunar lapse
ensnared in traps
metallically set
as phantom flit
across silver sky
memory sweep
future past present
glibly reticent
chronically invoking
eternity’s name
covering nothing
all the same
remain different
in thump of shame
die hope hoping to die

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