In lines and lakes we gather
beating many hearts as one
In rows and flocks we’d rather
spin a tale that’s nary done
Telling stories from the borders
strength in numbers never fails
Until the roles we hope to realize
doth a time and place avail
We hold the weight of dreams encumbered
by narration’s fateful choice
Which claims the bodies of the corps
to give the higher ranks a voice
As hindsight loves to reason
lives we solely choose to live
Time must past to understand
the value only we could give
Moving onwards to new journeys
rows and lines will start to bend
Corps de Ballet
spells the story of a bond that never ends.
— written on a regional Amtrak; Manhattan bound. 03.27.2016
Photograph by Haroldo Kennedy.
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