If words could dance down the steps like Astaire,
gingerly make their way on the balustrade,
slide the curlicue spiral to the bottom,
then these would be those, oh wouldn’t they be lover-ly?
© Chagall 2015
Tag Archive: Fred Astaire
No one
hue,
should dominate
you.
This is
as far as
I go.
Eye
what’s out there.
Wee small creatures.
At the I,
the heart
of stormy worlds,
timely mere buds:
Shall we dance?
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Alphabet City 