Three Works
By Terry Baker

 

RACCOONS

Look! A full moon

two raccoons

eating macaroons

 

STARDUST

Our bodies are but stardust

blowin' in the breeze

our souls are like raindrops

goin' to the sea

 

THE DANCER

I spy you on the dancefloor

a lithe and limber creature

from the suburbs, someplace

 

The way you move

to the techno beat

such an animal grace

 

You are the dancer

dancing through the centuries

another time, another place

 

Dancing to lutes in jerusalem

or drums along the Congo

dancing from race to race

 

Dancing around an ancient fire

on a night like this

dancing face to face