July 28, 1993

I watched a dance concert
and imagined the rug

coming up and dancing
with the audience

ubiquitous in beige

and thought to look
outside at two leaves

and critique the choreography
while keeping an ear out

for the traffic's arabesque

Still motion in quantum curves
tangos through my thigh

up my spine and mambos around
my eyes as only molecules can

subcellular romance and electron sweat

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