This poem is a repost . It is also a poem that was given media attention at a press conference announcing the National Poetry Convention in Las Vegas four years ago. It was picked for it's movement/animation. It is a favorite memory of me with my Basset Hound Jason Beauregard Dixon lll and the evening walks along Wilmington Islands marshes.

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In the solace of an evening,
On a street lined with oaks...
Blonde follicles that liven...
Movements that provoke
Eyes that bounce...in their socket...
Sparks that fly...retro rockets
Phosphorous of fireflies glimmer...
Loop and dodge...dimmer dimmer
Pacing steps with each pant...
Legs high steppin...thighs that dance...
Baying Basset...chasing sparks...
Lightening insects in the dark
Nighthawk squeals his dining call
Breasts are dancing...bouncing balls...
Licking flashes...fly through night
Steppin faster...sweat that fights
Paces toying...wounds to heal
Memories chasing thoughts....until
Exasperated female wiles
Court each one and gently files
Away the pains...and catches up..
With lanterned bugs and long eared pups
Marsh that beckons...teasing pains
Tears to lick and smiles to gain.
Night path moves within her steps...
Quickened grounds that give in...depth
Each new step completes the pace...
Moods swing yonder...saving grace...
Stars upon her shoulders there
Dancing congas in her hair...
Flecks upon each hollowed spot
Dots of lightning skip and hop
Reeds that live each shouldered life
High top joggin...slicing night
Quiet is broken til next time
Step on a dollar...give in a dime..
Ounces of loving...pounding away
Echoed hearts...another day.

© 1999 Susan K. Rowse