the eurythmist’s breath

a cover for the piano
a dark shade of purple
evening iris withering
naked feet, wrinkling wood
dust hidden between black toes
falling in full flight
such a feminine masculine presence
an absence no longer longed for
hear the dead speak
a sign
in case of emergency break glass
where’s the exit door?
life must have one

PS Written tonight during a eurythmy performance in Bucharest.