Waltzing the Wood

Mayflies, Dragon wings.
A raincoat resonates over spidery legs.

She, a dancer, prances down the evening path;
bushes swaying their springy branches.

Valerian and Sweet Dame hum.

There is the taste of Absinthe in-between sentences
of Sumac and Kukicha.

Her leg rises; the conductor's wand balances
on the edge of the willow.

Linden nutty notes and trumpet tongues bounce
amongst these melodic hearts.

Leaves quilling ink
filling each vein.

Tumbling staccato embraces.
Unstable perfection.

The woodcutter enters.

Each moment of performance initiating a
Waltzing of the wood.

© 26-Oct- 2004 Sonja J. Phinney