you begin in the dark, ready to dance,
the scars & the pills & the aching joints forgotten.
on tiptoe you run across silvery grass
gray hair fading to chestnut wave
& tight ******* pulling your ***** high & firm
racing, dancing beneath the sky,
a shout, a leap,
and for a moment your fingertips
grasp the crescent moon,
for a moment you are she who was,
and time pirouettes aside
from its immutable journey.


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