Slow Dancing
truly balanced
winged fluidity
upswept from curling wave
swirling to soar in savored grace
on a cushion of descant airs
sung at a surfing pace
What hand could stroke
with wetted brush
This flow of captured sight
what words could tell
to show this spell
of musical delight
This flash of chance
A passing glance
Caught and held
in memory's eye
slow dancing
more in
favored space
with incandescent
Flair
Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2006
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