Something about this image caught my fancy, and I respond here with Pas de Deux:
Pas de Deux for High Wire
Grey days Magda walks her crow along the wires,
their lightning rod umbrellas raised against rain,
each in sleek black dress. Crow hasn’t found
right-size red shoes, tiptoes bare-clawed
holding black string, the thing that
keeps them grounded mid-air.
It’s an odd tableau: Woman and Crow, a soggy circus
in sky and air, a curious three-step on the wire:
Shuffle, stop, hop, shuffle, stop, hop—
‘til rain stops the show.
One, two three—
And step off the wire.
Carol A. Stephen
November 4, 2014