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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
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Bill Albert/Joy McCall
​
Paul Levy
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