Originally this began more ornately,
a broad-swept flourish, a pompadour,
a bob exploring the wind, arabesque
and filigree. An idiot’s tale?
Nothing less, and now it simply ends.
© Chagall ∞
Tag Archive: dash
In the distance, a voice through megaphone,
alerts swimmers to take your marks.
There is no ensuing gunshot,
just a long uneasy spate of moments.
Tension at the blocks,
toes maintain their grip.
Hairless bodies, poised aerodynamic,
coiled, ready, to spring-explode.
Yearn to return
to the element.
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Alphabet City 