YELLOW DANCER

Coat
of pristine gold
reflecting

summer's shimmering,
glistening Sun

awash his body cascading into a private
                  pasture pivot:

                  he waits
for my heart to follow him there . . .

he stops;

                  I see the
lonely Fire in his burning Eyes

	watching me let him go
	pacing through the Air

		slipping between the
			beats
of hooves
across my Naked Soul.

I cannot
own this Yellow Dancer,

this perfect
	Palomino dancing to another's
                  wanting, waiting Dream - - 

the wind whips
	ribbons of his silken white mane
past my face
	like feathery, tickling tears:

a poignant reminder

	of how precious some Moments are,
	especially those that don't belong to you,

			especially those Moments
				forever Departing.

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