Firefly In the next to the last dream, the cerulean one Susan Meyers She poses on stage, all long legs and outstretched arms, a photo taken in 1930. Radiating from her are eight wings, each shaped like the helicopter seedpods of maple trees, swirls of sequins embroidered next to lines of beads and pearls on the white cloth, making spirals to echo her painted-on signature curls. And the yards of loose fabric fanning out onto the stage before her. This, the last tableau of Paris qui remue, after Forest Bird and Venetian Dream with its ballroom scene, live pigeons flying out from the back of the theater. And then Ocean Storm, where costumes yield to cerulean and rose flashing lights. But here, here is Love and Electricity. This is the one. Kit Loney Kit Loney "I come to poetry from a background in visual art which I taught in middle school for twenty years. My poems have appeared in Prime Number, Emrys Journal, Yemassee, Redheaded Stepchild, Qarrtsiluni, Waccamaw, Kakalak, One, Fall Lines, and Poetry East. I received the 2012 Carrie McCray Nickens Poetry Fellowship from the SC Academy of Authors."
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