Dance Poem by Dahlia Fujiwara

Dance



the willow sways in the sultry air
the breeze coaxing it to dance to the
phantom music
that trills along each scrap of bark
that clings to its earthen mother

overhead the moon watches smiling
silver and luminescent
effulgent and wise

it knows all the secrets
that the music chimes

and the trees can only dance

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