DANCING ALONE

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The day my mother died fish

jumped into nets

and boats docked at the airport.

The river flowed up Main Street

and disappeared through a needle's eye.

After three days of darkness

the sun came up in the North,

stopped over our house for an hour

and set like a comet in the East.

A Goddess knocked on the back door

and led me away, away, away.

Years later while walking home

in the pouring rain at midnight,

I shed one measured tear

for all the world to see

how difficult it was to dance alone.