where the writers are

My Gemini feet

gave me thrust

and I leapt to the

grand chandelier

in the center of the ballroom.

All the guests gasped,

and one-by-one

I flicked out

the bulbs with

the glass falling

to the floor,

and all the children

gleefully crunched

out the fragments

stamping with their shoes.

I swung like Tarzan

in the darkened room,

then took off for

Cambodia, my wings

showing only slightly.

People never noticed

I never returned.



 From Allan Cox's collection, "Cool in the Shade."

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