Dancer

Your tapering heels

and lush textiles obscure

the pedestrian insecurities

to which we all are prone.


With a crimson laugh and a breath of perfume

announce yourself to the room.

Homecoming

We won't entertain you in this

house anymore;

there's simply not the room.


It's ours at last

after fifty-eight years

the sparrow's nest is hewn.


In walls and rooms to our voices fresh

the diving-bell angst, the asphyxiating silence is gone.