Dancing with Poetry

Poetry is the best way to describe dancing.
Zachoia Cooper loves both.

Pas de Deux

When she jumps, he lifts--

His and her muscles straining.

Together, they pose

A swan on a pedestal

For a moment, she flies

Falling Leaves

I was there—
When leaves of gold

Golden leaves, I mean
Hung, mysterious, in between
Not on the tree, in sky, on ground
But in the air, twirling round
I was there!

I was there

Gawking at the leaves

That hit my windshield.

I think they were searching for the field

Of corn on the side of the road

(Tis the perfect winter abode.)

I was there!

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