last dance

there we found the fine old lady
on the everlasting, ever-changing
on a thin strip at the edge

we found her sleeping in the warmth
bedded in salt and time
time and ground seashells
this white hot burning sensation
bare feet in glorious pain
our hearts hoped so much

she struggled for words
a day and half a song
till manners and sweat
till tired eyes and a smile
lead the river of joy into the ocean

and the roar resounded
and she rose once more
as strong-willed as rusty
old bones creaked in the wind
a last dance for old time's sake


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