Baile

Sand spills

through the funnel

of the hour glass,

the figure

of curves that sway 

as boulders plummet

before the ferocity 

of the pyroclastic flow.

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embers spark the sky,

crimson sequins

stitched below  

cirrus clouds

that splay like plumes 

of scarlet chiffon.

.

dark tendrils cascade 

through the deep valley.

barefoot and brazen –

instinctively, i remember

the steps to this dance.

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© M.G. Iannucci 2017

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Photo: Belly Dancer

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