Too Bad About The Butterfly-a ghazal
Martha Graham embroidered arabesques across the canyon.
Surrounding mountains nodded at the mastry of her dance.
Feel vanilla breezes in your heart
while palm fronds whisper an early morning dance.
Try our dresson inside-out. Put on a wig.
Turn cartwheels and invert the dance.
The mermaid on the Tarot card spilled rainbows
on the fish below her as she tried to dance.
Too bad about the butterfly, so intent on pollen
he lost the morning, and the chance to dance.
The poet says your soul will wither
unless you give it leave to dance.
poem by Lois Read
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