Lithospheres-Nancy Ames
Lithospheres
By Nancy Ames
“Night cities have no
walls and the streets
are hectic like electric
rivers where raucous
music and phosphorescent
fashions are steady as
a wave or a pulse that
must start somewhere
so someone is dancing
and they are dancing
on enormous drums in
caves where the air is
the color of nothing
like twilight and white
plumes of vapor wriggle
out of deep cracks in
the shiny black rock and
everyone has very thin
skin because of hiding
here for so long dancing
in the dark with drums,
their timing so perfect
and singing so sweetly,
looking almost like ghosts
but they can’t see me at all.”
Copyright C. 2008 Nancy Ames
May 8th, 2008 at 9:43 am
the end ties this up so nicely, a silk purse, if you will…’but they can’t see you/me/us at all’…great twisting of a reality, and your descriptors are smack-0…and i say that about the end because the beginning is so very stout and it drags me along like a kite’s tail on a spring day…charlie