And She Moves... Poem by Rince Wind

And She Moves...



On a waning summer noon
weathered by a drifting consciousness
a dry dusty swirl rises lowly in a corner
and in its stride lifts everything
in a shimmering grace...

but then for none to fathom
it dies without a trace...

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