untitled poem by Bob MacKenzie So long as there is music in the air Miss Ann dances like the wind; a ballerina and a jazz dancer she seems a faerie sprite now magical and light in the blue television light dancing over her graceful form bending as a leaf in the wind of music broadcast here from some other world and time as she dances her four years and eternities of grace fill that fluid space Miss Ann dances through and into my heart. |