Teas-A-Geezer@CKLetts1 Cliff Letts@teas-a-geezer.bsky.social
She dances in the almost light
Between the sun and moon
Like a feather weaves and hovers
Amid a forest-shade festoon
So delicate are those tiny steps
To the beat of nature’s heart
It is the music of the final act
En masse, the audience now depart
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