If time holds a miracle
we’ll dance together
as two old men:
dropped buttocks, watery thighs.
But our hands
how our bony, veiny, trembling hands
will find their partners
palm to palm, fingers rung round each other
and hold on tight
dance me across the floor
I’ll stay with you
if time holds a miracle.
Text: Miracle, Bil Wright, 1991
Image: photographer, subjects, unknown; 1930s,