Hoop Dance

Issue #55
Fall 1991
And sometimes they are birthcries,      ancient audience, succulent moon and Milky Way,      and sometimes they are prayers, jubilant paths, perilous constellations,      this spirited, whirling jewelry I must wear,      these bride-shy or ruffian hoops, this work-that-must-be-done      in beauty, in beauty— Look,...

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