Poetry Plaza-Misha Allport

The Taoist musings of a wandering Palisadian poet in Brasil.

                                             Danse De Rideaux



                               Translucent Trigons caper in the night;                      

                               Lethean to existence, whirling in flight;                

                               Not a Carracole, Chaconne, nor Curvet;                

                               Endlessly fluttering over us, never set.   









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