Music's slow dances were so pure
Take any of them, take any million
Who are they? What do they want?
Most famous poet in five explored galaxies
The streetlights came on and his image glazed
Before they let an expression fix their face, or the blind man
Till age thirty, of half a century in his craggy face
Surprise, he thought
She puts her hand on the bar
Slow dances where no one touched