Monday, June 3, 2013

A Moment of Splendor (Written in 2010)

A bar is a strange place
Where people come to laugh...
And drown silently.
Cry and talk about
Loves lost.
And how life has been cruel
And daddy was absent.
She once wanted to dance--
The scarred bar patron.
She was awkward
And off rhythm.
Her bleached hair
Splayed fan-like
In the dim light.
In a moment of splendor,
She shone brightly as gold.
Her dance was absurd,
Bizarre, and heavy-footed.
Much like
The oxymoronic nature
Of humanity.
Her dance was angelic.

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