And the Moon is the Only Light We’ll See
Ginger Rogers floats like a butterfly about the web
erupting from a chrysalis spun
of hype, hope, suspended disbelief.
A ninety-something dancer, dead ages back at 83
Kicking up a torrid salsa with the miracle
offspring of her childless life.
Dipping into our time
Entwining emotions
Spinning fantasies
Bending back our beliefs to
Embrace illusions more satisfying
Than any reality we can imagine
In the shadow world where
The moon is the only light we'll see.
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