Postcard Poetry: Teaser & Relocation

In the interest of space, I’ve decided to move all the PostCard Poetry over onto the Words! page.

Here’s one of many new ones you’ll find there, from a little book of Degas postcards.


“Dance in the Country

This fine man is smooth
and dumb, doesn’t intimate
one shuffle-step-lean that you
have lit my smile.

You, selling fans, selling breath
in the warm spring night.

You, etching the crowd’s edge
with sharp eyes, soothing tongue
that speaks cool
fans my smooth dumb desire.


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