from behind the tree you dance
with the grasshoppers
in a precise condition of clarity
the ballet slippers
summon your feet
with elaborate powers
suns swirl in the background
you dance with the warm music
higher with each twirl and leap
the grasshoppers crowd you
with song when you swirl through
the spines of dead leaves
from A Foreign Landscape (1984)
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