The dance

Poem by Dorothy Lindsay

'And so, the Poplars-pair, lanky and beautiful, in their newly-sprung green, now fully clothed, danced in unison....' | Photo: by Mitchell Griest on Unsplash

Not like Matisse’s ‘Dance’, as Touch
for now, is merely a hopeful thing,
and for them, not a dancing ring
of five; nor, it seems, just
communal friendship,
but something more:
a longing to embrace, but never quite
achieving that closeness.

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