The Dancer
By John Ogden


The dancer dips and waves
dips and sways
light dip and twist
of day
dawn
drawn
the light upon
dust
the thrust
of tips fingered
upon the sky
fly
a lie
illusion of grace
as she topples
to
the
floor.


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John Ogden was conceived of a government form and a passing mailbox. He lives somewhere out in the woods of a rural land more akin to the fantasy realms of literature than real life, and his favorite dirt bikes will always be the broken ones.