Sequenced by Barry Taylor.
|Jeanne dances in the doorway to
Evening comes, then night alive with stars.
As in a dream she savors her own beauty,
Neither self-absorbed nor unconcerned with duty,
Nor venturing too far from love to roam
Even as she pirouettes past Mars.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon
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