--written after the throws (throes) of winter guard 7-17-1992 10:45-10:56 am,
and after teaching a month-long poetry course at Kennesaw State University.
The lighthearted trickle
of the ballet dancer's
pas de Bourree
echos in your giggle.
But your laugh fans opens like a peacock's tail
-and your scream is heard as the peacock's is heard
when surprise and thrills overtake you.
Most of my friends last like potato chips at a party-
all that is left is the crumbs in an empty bowl.
Our friendship is my pond garden
and your front yard,
both nurtured and shared
and continuing to grow.
Drill Team Betty is alive and well
--living in your blackspandexbacklessstuff
and your Pepperell Dragon clothes.
--living in your splits that split my sides
--living in your complex plots
of attention and intrigue you create
to entertain me or to get to another.
--living in our bond of two lost souls searching
for our other halves.
--not for each other,
but searching for true love
in places that our parents would not want us to look.
Terri Gaines Moody Buckel is a high school teacher and dance coach living in metropolitan Atlanta.
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