Monday, October 19, 2009

Soul Dance

Flip it like
a swath of silk
right out the window

of the thirty-seventh floor –
let October’s blowsy
blurt-y exhalations

flick it through
its wicked
throes and licks,

explore the faces
in its folds,
and more: send it

to its New York City
confluence
of destiny and chance.







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