Loudly Soft Dancing

And to say the least, I’m still,
A canvas floating in the air, as a city is pushed
Into the hungry mouth of a burning river.

Sometimes, they say, beauty is in the air around you,
And I forget breathing.

Bones like fish compete to swim,
And a mother becomes a body finishing the race.

But that is not certain, and to say the least,
I’m still – a breeze stuck between falling leaves,
A shadow caught beneath a wish
A dance     sometimes    forgotten
By a blade.

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