On a nondescript road through
east Texas forests of tall dark pines
not yet brutalized by lumber companies
in a clearing i saw a dancer
thin and lithe, dressed in white
her skirts flared out as she twirled
a spot of brightness in the shadows
cast by those large and looming pines
that seemed to watch this graceful
little dogwood tree perform just for them


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- posted by Roadkill Poet @ 5:08 PM