Dancing With the Stars
When we hear music of the spheres,
a circle dance unwinds our gears,
a cog goes ping, pied orbits sing–
“hear” means “see” in belled sky’s ring;
and all that’s night in us does pray
for light steps in the coming day.
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Some poem for April, National Poetry Month, and for Gillena’s prompt on Real Toads about fashioning words for a dance on Earth Day.
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