Dancing With the Carousel
Raw boned, Time lines etched her face,
Her clothes hung from her frame,
Like the sails of an ancient ship;
Forgotten by the wind.
She drifted silently through,
Opened wide carousel doors.
Drawn by an invisible cord
Wooden steeds began to move
Prancing, dancing up and down,
Carousel music stirring her veins.
Music pilots memory's flight
Her body a fluid graceful sway.
Musically transported to ,
Another place, another time.
She moves with the rhythm,
Until she becomes the rhyme.
She's a willow tree,
One with the musical breeze.
Jeweled stallions rest midair.
The music stops.
She turns, and leaves.
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