He said she loved the waltz.
The dance between a woman
and the man who knew
how to make her feel
a cherished treasure.
validated…
known…
in the affirmative
in silence.
He knew how she felt inside
when words wouldn’t come
and only feelings
spilled all over her skin
that no longer fit…
water cascading
from a pitcher held by angels’ hands
painting striated canyon walls
…D
…O
…W
…N
the Havasupai Falls and
o
v
e
r
her…
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This is so unique; the wording is beautiful, and the visual structure’s so interesting. The two aspects together force the reader onward.
Brilliant!
Sara, this is so gorgeous a poem. I absolutely love it.
Now I want to learn to waltz.