The Dance
by Ron Whitehead


we wear these garments
dwell in these temples
briefly we are
short lived temporary
sun worshippers we
are delicate pale
pink blossoms on
Van Gogh's almond tree
our fine attire covering
bones dancing bones
the bones of life
loving bones
bones in love
the dance
a waltz fragrant
spring wind carries
us to the end
of the night



copyright (c) 2000 & 2008 Ron Whitehead