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THE BALLET AGON
We watched four men take flight like swans
into a painting made of twirls
and muscle sculpted into dance.
women entered in reply:
pliant ropes that braid and knot
couple ardent to surpass
taught his choruses to dance
poem was conceived after a visit to the Royal Opera House's
A MORNING RITUAL
And so every morning, plucked jasmine, heavy incense
and the lighting of copper lamps whetted our appetite
for prayer. A sandalwood fragrance thickened.
Our father spooled muslin wicks that licked up pools of oil,
touched his palms and closed his eyes.
were young, and could not understand
watched us quietly, aloof and busy
give her final pocket penny to the pan-handlers
published in THE SHOp.
was spent in India. Often I would see how my father's
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