In these moments you were nothing but magic 
 -- gypsy dancing from suburb to suburb,
 -- stripping yourself of your shoes,
 -- feeling the earth directly beneath your feet;
Whispering secrets that kiss the soft-singing lips of the wind,
the elements of my earth 

and a story I can only try to tell.

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Neon Ballerina

Find community amongst the dives 
where the masses drink 
like sailors,
sink like ships.
The wayfarer's watering hole, where 
spirits stain scripture 
written on bar napkins 
and patrons serve 
as a quiet reminder, 
that I sold my megaphone 
and bought a butane lighter.