His exuberant spaced out
liberation dance embarrassed
one stiff backed señorita.

The darkness outside
oblivious to memories
dancing down this page:
from the African
bars of Buchanan
to the discotheques
of Torremolinos.

Fingers on the machine
dance with memories of
Buchanan and juke box
music in the Star Bar.

These fingers dance
before me, tapping
with the music
of the mind --
celebrating
in a dance of
pixels on the screen
and words on the page.

That too as much as
this is the future
dance; in dark motions,
on a dim stage, her
foot tries the moment;
feeling the music
of a distant drum.

The body moving,
breaking all the past forms,
danced free;
all the new forms of the body,
moved
the body
in the pulse time,
the rhythm of a smile.

Dancing

The conscious body danced
in the grip of gravity,
in the hesitant circles
that responded to the touch
of another standing there.