We dance but without choreography
Meaning flashes then evaporates
An interpretation requires a template
A duet is never more than two solos,
Enmeshed solely through proximity
I move one direction, you another
In stage combat no one gets hurt
The outcome is predetermined
The curtain falls, everyone’s fine
I desire a script, what to do and say
Improvisation frightens me
Each move opens infinite possibilities
A pratfall follows a clumsy stumble
I want the answer, before I ask
(April 2011)
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