dancing on the edge


Joy is a friend 

I have met but once

and have known

all my soul’s life

dancing on the edge


the bodies

are still and hurt

and yet, look

how we sing and dance

lighter than any air


the fates may crush

us to penguin dust

but cannot

break our hearts or quiet

our radiant visions 

there's no magic dust 

in the empty bottles

on the doorstep -

just an old zombie, sitting

waiting for the night


the bellboy winks

the old zombie smiles

a mouth full

of rotting gums to

greet a blood-red moon


in the morning 

they have both vanished 

and we hold

one more day to smell

sweetness of new-mown lawns

Bill Albert/Joy McCall

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