Saturday, September 27, 2008

Dryad Dance

Fingertips touching
Each one to her sister
Bending, bowing
'Round and 'round
'Round and 'round
Free in place
Over emerald rocks
And lacy ferns
To the ebb and swell
Of the rhythm of birds
Don't move
They know you're here
Hold your breath
'Til you're offered a limb
And swept along

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