Ting-a-ling sounds the tambourine
As the ecstasy rises and the heart
Resides in the throat
The head spins at a different speed
Than the figures with skirt and ribbons a-twirl
And drum beats tap out, louder, then softer,
Faster, then more slowly yet.
Everyone feels the festive dance
The footfalls going rat-a-tat
A leap into the air brings applause
From the colorful crowd of pied patrons
And at once all is silent.
As the dancers stop, frozen, it ends.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
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