REGION OF MEMORY  

Disguise high-steps to a crowd of strangers

changing costumes in the middle of a gracious dance. 
Who these strangers to come and take 
the burden of each sorrowful man? 

Silent men and women not knowing the words
they must say; muse on infinite worlds no one
sees. They muse on the stupefied dancer

as she whirls past images of herself in sparkling 
windows lit with sunlight of California's spring. 

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