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 Dame Blanche

I rode with Emily today,

all the way

to the park

around the track

the trees wavery

in the slick blue

reflection-

Stop!

listen to me

it was rooted but

it was wavery

in the way I saw it

and the birds flew off

as if the tree was taking flight

Proust was there too in the white 

bountiful buds on the branches

lit up in the lamp light

on a luscious night

the lonely wanderer

upon the big leaf

painted by Jasper Johns

it was the dance floor

and I tore it up

to the sounds of Africa today