FRANCES BOYLE

Mobile

The music carries the dancer
deep in her bones, her muscles

and sinews. The gestures
the music           within her.

Feet and torso 		align
with the melody
arms 		shape air, 

dreamy there with apples 
bright red 	as the days. 
Sirens and stop   lights blare 

remembering 
that choreographer's lecture: 

meanings 	only the body 
knows, only	the body shows.