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BALANCING A FEATHER

Updated: Aug 6, 2021


women wearing masks, suit, long dress, car wreck, black and white, sensing the wild

I remember those feverish samba nights.

We were dancers then,


tapping our soles on floors that shone

with spilled drink, flinging

our longings into the night.


I cannot remember if the flame

caught first in your

crucible or mine.


The moment a cell divides, the world

sings for something new

and not so new

Listen!


Keep one eye on the beauty,

you say, one

eye on the

pain


Now that our fingernails grow long with worry

and the gravity

of love, speak


to me of the dance,

for there is only

the dance, nudge

my hips into the sway

of the wind, let my heart

lose its weight


in your hands





Text and photo by Junyi Chew

2 comentários


Nathalia Westmacott-Brown
Nathalia Westmacott-Brown
19 de dez. de 2021

Junyi! What a skill you have! Your writing transports my head, heart and soul to other realms! Thank you! More please!

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Junyi Chew
Junyi Chew
28 de dez. de 2021
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Thank you, Nathalia 😊

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