the dogs are barking and the street shines with last night the beggars all sleep with their jobs well done the buildings are tattooed with stories of love and the man with the limp plays a rusty squeezebox he knows your favorite tune
so take your hands and dance
there's a can on the corner to lay down your head and a hunt's point girl is punching her clock the expressway is humming a diesel lullaby and the birds sing of fire and potter's field
so take your hands and dance
your road had been long and your soul is worn thin a country starred sky the only dream that you need on leland and archer there stands a young man who remembers your smile so step on up i've been here all along
take my hands
and dance...
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Reviews of "midnight dance (a waltz for the bronx)"
The imagery that you have created elicit the feelings and the mood of the place and time you create. Thank you for sharing this offering, Alexandre. Love and peace. Regis
Songs of place are so intimate. And what metaphor have you used? A dance! And the cadence is like a waltz, but not quite? But then, I'm unfamiliar with the steps. Even though I stumbled over my feet, I enjoyed the dance all the same! Thanks, A.
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
Brilliant and intimate imagery. Thank you for the dance!
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