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Variety in Repetition
By Kelley Jean White

The dance is different each time, it varies
like a sonnet: a set number of beats,
phrases, the turn at the end of the line;
and you love, can count them better, you time
each movement precisely; I've two left feet.
I move aside, tying a shoe; every
woman wants to dance with you, I'm lonely,
measure after measure, you hold a new
partner in your arms--I'm just this heavy
person, waiting on the edges, ready
to make certain you're laughing. If you knew
I sent them to you, knew I cared only
to watch your joy--know I would turn the sun
to shine on your face, show what love's become.

editor's note: reread this sonnet with a blind man in mind and the richness becomes apparent --egh

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