Aug 212011
 

Rosy Rappahannock, dance on, dance on,
Supplest at your merging marge,

Fluent shoe on softening sands. . . .
Imagined dancers in their ritzy habiliments,

Top hat and cane and folded gloves
Solidify the watery waltz,

Red-faced and breathless in cane chairs.
A skirt skirls among moldy reeds

Enhancing the dance with measurement
Of step, swirl, step and stop;

"Once upon a time" is primed,
Enlivened from the vividest ick

Where bullfrogs bow to damselfish 
Furling weedy gowns as they stop--

Stop in a static of silks and crinolines.

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