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Beating Heart, Dancing Feet  

  Sandy Arroyo 


It first issues as light above standing water,
desirable and disarming—our unacknowledged host
with her captive horns and their amenable notions
that look to chastise you at first chance—desirable

and disarming is our unacknowledged host,
her light catching you square on the jaw.
She'll look to capsize you at first chance
on a Sunday in late spring, morning:  beauty incarnate,

the light catching you square on the jaw as
opuntia bend their blue pads in this breeze.
Beauty incarnate:  morning, a Sunday in late spring;
the light rising in sheets.  The sky has already fallen.

Opuntia bend their blue pads in this breeze
yet everything is reduced to an earnestness and
the light rises in sheets.  As the sky falls away
you hear a music and the arroyo draws itself in
      to listen.

Everything is reduced to an earnestness yet
why this concealment of the adobe's caress?
You hear a music as the arroyo draws quietly in.
The softened edges of your scene eddy slowly by.

Why this concealment of the adobe's caress
and of what you might discern as your weathered self?
The softened edges of your dreams eddy slowly by
like a landscape with sycamores, boulders, driftwood
      on sandy banks.

What might you discern as your weathered self
if first it issues as a light above standing water
like a landscape with sycamores, boulders, driftwood
      on sandy banks
with captive horns holding their desirable notions.



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