.................Morning Foxtrot Poem by elysabeth faslund

Morning flounces red petticoats,
Sending the Dance steps up,
Up, to foxtrot the lazy sky into
Shedding layers of Night.

Dinosaurs and King Tut saw,
Genghis, Polo, Magellan,
All saw thousands of Dances.
What were their thoughts...

Morning Salsa, Morning Waltz,
All, each, steps practicing Day.
Competition judges we are...
Misteps? No, perfection, as

The lighting sky tosses its
Mane of clouds, alluring, alive.
Catching its breath, begins
The choreography once more.

We dance along, never knowing
We do. Until, awake, we sense
The Day had ancestors, sprites
Gaily costumed, hatted and heeled,

Dancing away the Night.