9/08/2020

 Dance Contest

Where is the choreographer clapping 

that incessant beat just when I am trying 

to fall sleep?  The trees have been dancing 

all day without rest, and now, finally,

one tired alder shows signs of giving up 

and collapsing here in bed beside me. 


[LSS, 9/8/20]


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