A Last Dance

How looks my love at dawn

in Spring

the air a festive vase

of hope

to lord each sprout of truth

with praise

and sing what only birds



Her steps become a

garden path

her breath a fragrance

o’er the hills

to dance with future,

present, past

and spin each partner

—time undone


(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)

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