to Pina Bausch

your dancers sprout
wings behind my eyes
and lift me into
warm summer rain

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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2 Responses to to Pina Bausch

  1. sdunford says:

    i’d like to see the dance. how long will the speaker be in the air? how long does desire remain intact? ecstasy prolonged soon ceases. must it always be so? would the value still be retained if it ever lasted? must we love what fades?

    love the earth, muck, detritus, magma solidifying under a bird’s scat

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