Waist
of words, no waisted time
if music still resides here.
To dance well
don't hate verbs.
Learn to kick nouns
in the ass and wipe
feet on adjectives.
That's what she does,
Yondo--perfect poetry
packaged in the fabric of time,
coil of past and future,
where the present
cannot stop to bloom.
That vortex, prelude
to the tropical storm
of her dancing, waist
of no wasted words.
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