Thursday, May 6, 2010

thirstday's excerpt

He wasn’t conscious more than a couple seconds when he remembered the dream.

Rosetta stepped from behind the velvet curtain
with the ease of a thousand performances
all sequins and lashes
a full evening dress and half curtsey

she met and dared every eye
save those in the balcony
where he sat
dizzy and aware of the precipice, the inadequacy of the railing