Music sweeps us up in a gentle rise,
a slight swaying of hips.
Black and white, 1971
do not touch
on principle –
flags and floats,
white sheets and ropes,
cowgirls on horseback,
legs gripping the muscled black spine.
Black and white 1971,
the dance –
the music is a strand of pearls,
velvet breath, long boned fingers,
the golden flash of trumpet that joins us.