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The blanket show _

Twilight settles, people gather around down
by the lagoon's nightly starlight cinema.
"Strictly ballroom" screen hops this evening, pillowed
by body clusters of pocket warmth on grass.

All kind language floats a foggy hello on
the back of a scent spelled frangipani breeze.
Fox tailed emperor palms flirt with patch work quilt
stars dressed in black satin sheets' watery theme.

Tellstra's fold up cardboard chairs spifflicate grass
night after night, scattered in random fashion.
Nearby, young spanish women lay out blankets
shared, cuddled up in idle chatter's pure warmth.

This movie worth bottling scrubs up the night with
a fine hello of laughter sprinkled on dance.
Flemenco rhythms tap bodies in motion
rendered by those nearby spanish girls' group sync
impromptu, as the end credits slide on screen.

The audience claps, good feelings from histories
treasure store, when eden seemed a much kinder
place; no wonder spanish girls shoot the breeze with
a show of how the dance is really done.



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©  1st sept 2014 _ Nhawrr yirrpa

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