To Dance
We have not danced
and may never
though I can imagine it
Standing at first just holding
for a time that would be enough
Till music and mood
finds your other self
intensity goes out of you
I know by your softness
A sweet essence surround us
you are as air within my arms
I feel the warm breath
of a sigh we are that close
We move
the earth moves
and we dance
— Roy L. French
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This article appears in Jun 2-8, 2005.
