Esmerald For J.T.Earley. Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg

She danced as though she was possessed.
Perhaps she was I do not know.
Her heels beat out a staccato.
I have to say she was the best
exponent of the flamenco
that I have seen or hope to see.
She became part of the flow
went with the music totally.
Although it was so long ago.
I still recall it vividly.
A memory I won’t let go.
until the day they bury me.
Still in my minds eye I can see
the gypsy dancing wantonly.

2-May-0
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