To the Tray Dancers None of the words drifting across the upturned faces down in the packed street was meant for your ears all the way up there too high to believe on that June morning in the unknown city the year I was nine all the words were saying hush whatever they were saying as we stood watching you on the roof of the hotel that looked even taller than it did in the post cards could you be real there so small and far away from who we thought we were you in the shining gown and the black suit and top hat raising your hands once then turning to the ladder that rose from behind you and spidering all the way up the high pole to the round tea tray on top while a drum rolled until first one then both of you stood on the tray up there in the clouds and daylight you raised your hands again then the music began and you started to dance revolving together turning around and around on the tray arms out over air heads thrown back as you whirled and where were we all that time Summcr2005
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