Beauty creates herself
especially without audience
leaving those who throng to see her
the victims of a cancelled performance
beauty dances easily
even in agony
even in joy
she shares herself
yet excludes herself
she is bold in the world
but more bold outside of the world
the audience waits with frame and brush
to paint her
there is no subject
we wait with microphone and tape
there is no song
we poise with pencil and paper
wordless
and finally
in our empty return
perhaps a dragon will grace our path.