Degas
Pastel palette shimmers.
Flickering candles probe
Somber strokes speak.
Darkness dominates.
Shuffling ballet shoes
Slender legs entwine
Slippers have holes
Thin stark smiles,
Are pasted on
Perspiration spills
Music pounds
Dancers move
They come alive
With each brush stroke.
Excerpted from Americans
Food captures me.
It holds me for ransom
I woof it down
It’s never enough.
{Poems by Mike Berger, PH.D.}
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