Thursday, February 10, 2011

Poem: Stage Right

he danced
and i rested
in awe of the simplicity
of his movements
peaceful in the wash of his taps

i reached for his right hand
and he stenciled my heart
into his palm
twirling me into the
place where freedom
runs forever

he taught me
the possibilities
from the spoken end
to the
certain beginning
and all
because my desire
lite a candle
the surrender
of yes

Copyright 2010, Regina Y. Evans (from the ebook Nothing Cool About Ten, available for free on

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