First Afternoon
By Amy Hollowell
Dances go like this
in whisps
one step four and two
back on the cheek
and still
like he said
I is
out of the cradle
endlessly rocking
no where to go for
the song but hear
in the first afternoon
brim with a
tangerine
jig.
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