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Echoes of the dance

April 22, 2016

this is it:
in a heart beat
an oeuvre is closed,
to applause like thunder
and the wailing of teenage memories
ripped from older, harder, hearts that once
beat to the brimming, lustful rhythms that he gave

because we listened,
even as we danced,
and the shout always came
– don’t stop dancing –
still lodged in the muscle memory
even as we feel
every heartbreak since
for a moment, just once more,
giant sized, like him

party over, out of
times
times
times
times

 

 

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