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Mary Morris

Dancing In Lisbon

Fado. We enter a longing for bliss.
He holds my Manueline waist.

Two guitarists finger-pick their way 
along the quick road of a song.

We dust the floor with our hems, 
ignite the ground with tiny blue fires

so that the alcoholics in the bar sober 
up for life, make of themselves 

their very own pietas of suffering, as we had
on the torched road to compassion.




Mary Morris received the Rita Dove Award and the New Mexico Discovery Award. Her writing appears in Prairie Schooner, The Columbia Review, and Quarterly West. Morris has been invited to read her poems at the Library of  Congress and NPR. Water400@aol.com




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