Poem of the Week, by Gregory Fraser
At the Degas Exhibit – Gregory Fraser The docent wends us to The Dance Class and it all flits back: the studio downtown, few bucks an hour, ragging off the finger grease of toe-shoed cygnets, tutu-ed swans, who glided hardwood blind to both of me—spray of acne, high-top Keds. I would clatter on the local … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Gregory Fraser