mostly, she’s danced alone
without care
lost in other visions
let those unknowing stare

she’d dance in cages
slow spins on top of bars
drunk men threw money at her
coins that flashed like falling stars

hear her singing
as she dances
in the grass, her skin aglow
for the flowers ‘n the clouds
she puts on a private show

chilled wine
on the table
sunbeam’s burning in the sky
she’ll never be too old to dance
because she’s still too young to die

copyright © 2020 KPM

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