A Woman Dances at Her Last Campfire
by Kourtnie McKenzie
She dances as fire
escaping from the wood-pile, as smoke
lifting arms in calligraphic lines;
she’s rising
in temperature, casting shadows
on earth, till the log snaps,
and embers fall
into stillness;
the campground turns to look
at her mid-song, but she’s in a grand pause
as she scatters
kindling from her palm,
as she chooses another playlist
from the cellphone in her
pocket, another rhythm
shared between footsteps and her earbuds;
then she tangles the bright cord
in her curly hair, and her oversized sleeves—even her jeans
get involved—struggle to whip free, lashing wilder,
wider, like the universe is ready
to give her more space than her body.
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