Any attempt to pin down
this exact moment,
that exact image exactly what I feel and need to say
needs words that are not born yet,
metaphors for minds not yet formed,
such is exactitude.
Yet that is what poets attempt to do.
We stand at the edge of the crowd,
listening to the music
hearing the echoes of other times and places,
and ask a shadow to dance.
Dancing with shadows — The Cheesesellers Wife
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