#127 – Woman Fifty Four

lightlines

She dances beside her own dotted lines.

Her arm weaves through the white light and
she’s careful to step in between the cobalt shadows.

marking and erasing.
overlapping and disappearing.
measured and undone.
soft silver melts into lavender.

A transfer perceptible for as long as she says so,
then fades to dim purple silence.

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