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draft
of a dance in it
is
someone nesting
where
the tree is lit?
the
garden light
the
moon song
and
often in a trick of which
a
toe tap to begin
as
if an itch set off
the
all around and up
facing
on tip toes
till
the storm
such
as this mist
or
round the face
a
twitch
in
the blood and carried
because
we live this love
it's
all got up, was primed
each
one is a journey
and
sometimes it's
as
if to pounce
drift
from this into other arms
this
rapture yours in only
like
letters on a page
make
war and treaty too
wraiths
do it, all souls do
please
whisper as you pass
shake
a leg at sea
it's
in a song as well
sprung
from stretch
a
roof holds on
and
like nobody's business
all
attentive, all attuned
come
so very still
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