| Moving Hearts (Modern) Swirl my foot in circles, on the floor, to the air up as far as it can go, then farther-- stretched. Toes pointed, all directed to the plane above my head. My fingers skimming the air, held gracefully, smiling to themselves. Tracing hearts with the sky dust, soaring. Pli� down, swoop to the ground, legs long, neck high, face dancing. Hands gliding in, towards the heart, searching inside. Beating steps, pounding rhythms, leaping with newfound power. An X on the floor, all is open, the lines clear and straight; legible. Read the story, trace the tread of another. Reach back onto the ground, come back to center, fade into the floor. |
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