Sunday, May 13, 2007

dancing

They flow with the music,
Like exoticly colored kelp beds,
Their sequined dresses flashing in the sun.
Young men weave through,
Hungry fish,
Wary of each other.
The music is exuberant,
It's rhythm flows through their feet,
Pounding into the dry ground.
Beating their essence into the earth.

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