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Elizabeth Bodien
Jazz
Boy and girl, giddy in love, arms linked, barely notice the traffic light as they wait to cross the street. The spring evening is young. They lean into it, into each other. The light changes, the traffic stops for a moment. They trip from the curb, step, turn, and glide to the other side.
two nimble bodies
play the black and white crosswalk
lifting music |