THE CATS DREAM
*** THE CATS DREAM ***
The cats snuggling dream
Of turning through the music between stars…
Of their fur transformed to feathers…
Of a time past when
Brought to ballet class
They danced for the great George Balanchine —
As living models
Jumping high, high to
The peaking of their
Seeming so easily springing leaps…
To tap noses to his fingers
Then hang as if landed there… In
A pause overhead of any descent…
A stay of all motion
— even of time —
Where
Felines go
To dream
And dance
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(c) Art & Poem sally young eslinger 5/14/22
Thanks be to God
Copyright © Sally Eslinger | Year Posted 2022
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