Three Works
By Terry Baker



Look! A full moon

two raccoons

eating macaroons



Our bodies are but stardust

blowin' in the breeze

our souls are like raindrops

goin' to the sea



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