. . . a plunk; a stumble; and now the pianist
at last nails the Tschaikovsky. All at once
the crazyquilt colors of practice clothes
collude kaleidoscopically, the dance
obliterates mere muscle, heavy lifting
translates to flight, and sublime locker room
aromas float off the dancers, wafting
our way to settle on us like perfume.
From “Rehearsal in Summer”
Jay Rogoff
Photo: Megan Mumford
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“[Rogoff’s] poetry takes a visible art of movement and translates the feelings it evokes and the history it records into delicate words. . . . But Rogoff also has an amazing knack for the humor in humanity, as a slew of death-defying poems demonstrates.”
-The Advocate