The Dancer
A poem by Tabitha Anderson
windy feet caress
what we call
a
floor a stage
disappearing world behind
rhythm and step and this carefree
smile
traffic laws have no place here –
my own roundabout, my ocean
let
me tell you of my days
i could try to talk about it
but it just don’t work
that way
you must come and see
or just fly the kite yourself
Spring 2007 Poetry:
FEATURED POET: Anna Russell
EDITOR'S CHOICE: Deepak Kapur
LAYMEN OF HISTORY by Ananda Osel
A GOOD HIMALAYAN MORNING by Nitin Das Rai
NOW 2 by Leonard Gontarek
WINNING by Miles Christian Daniels
WHITE CLOTHES by Juliet Powys
BREAKDOWN by DB Cox
THE DANCER by Tabitha Anderson
SHADY SMILES by Rikku
THE WOMAN GIRL by Brittany Jungck
A POEM OF THE NIGHT by Michael Lee Johnson
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