Dance Interview Poems

In the cosmic dance, I stand accused,  
You ask why I've left you bruised.  
A black hole in your heart I've wrought, ...

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As I trudge across the Thar desert, western India,
up and down the waves of the undulating dunes,
my inquisitive sight is focused on their shining surface.
One...

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“Air becomes wind when it’s agitated.” Lucretius

“Thank you for joining me in the studio today,” Mr. Zephyr. 
“Glad to be here, Bob. Thank you for...

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A grain of sand.
Is too meek to stand.
Why are you so small?
Why are you stuck on my beach ball?
I can’t hear you.
You are stuck in...

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While visiting India, I saw this poem contest,
I was glad, I found myself in the situation best,
Hurried, I went to a remote village,
Folks told me...

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The interviewer is water colored...green.
The artist, antiqued abstract.
He probes for her deepest sable secrets. 
She offers pale nothings from her musky attic retreat-

He nibbles away...

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