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Primary MovesVibrant
colors
of
primary splashed sails. Bouncing triangles
to
squinting eye views
when
waters potent quickly slice and
sink, slap against boundaries
and
microphone soft sounds. Molded vessels
pierce
an afternoon sky, following the cadence
of
wind and waves. Proceeding
across the dance floor blue
with
the slickest and
sweetest
of
primary moves. c. Jo Lee Dibert-Fitko |
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Evening PaletteI don't
sink into the
blues at
sunset, but
sometimes a dash of screeching pink, fuzzy
peach or drifting
lavender. I let
them
have their way. Changing
hues. Spreading around
like paint swatches freed from their
racks. Penetrating sky
walls while elusively haunting. Donning new
nightly costumes in silky sleekness and soft
flannel. Flaunting
scripts totally
unrehearsed. Dropping hints
that the real show
begins behind black velvet curtains after they've shut
off my
view,
Leaving me quite comfortably incomplete in a vacated
theater with a bare palette begging and brushes
eager to
dip
and
dance. c. Jo Lee Dibert-Fitko
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