The Dancers

Words and charcoal drawing by Ray Sharp

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You could see what a lovely couple they made,
leaping and flapping like cranes in springtime,
leaning on each other like old trees in winter,
waltzing carefully one-two-three across the floor
so he would not step on her, barefoot and in pearls.

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Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner

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