Spiritus II (Dance)

Limbs drunk 
on consonant wine,
waves break as hips 
dip in time. 

We shift in accord,
and catch rose petals 
on heels.

Spiritus I

Children settle
to the cadence
of Mother's breath.

Fanfare Sun of
noontide May---

The Gold of
your pitiless rays
hammer squints
on boys' faces.

Long ago
in grasses
pliant to breeze

We ran
past fanfare.

Mother's call
summoned
home

in pure cadence.