oh, the violins ….
how they weave their net for us
in a loud conspiracy with the mild wind
oh, the champaign colored like moon
how she bubbles in our ear intoxicating hymns
sewing and breaking destinies
oh, the street lamps….
yellowish flames of temptations
smoothing our rough edges
oh, the spring flowers…
how they snow upon us their aroma
flooding the pavement with our lust
oh, the dance
how they spin and spin again
ready to ignite the stars
freezing the time
with their black hole like gowns
with a lush dark blue brush
sliding into
a Renoir painting…
oh, that dance…
This delightfully lucious confection evokes an ambience redoldent,at least for me,of the iconography of The Great Gatsby and the decadence of the Jazz Age.
Thank you for wonderful comment!!! I am all smiles!!! Thank you, Louis Kasatkin!!’