The Dance
The day is a ribbon
curling from the sky for you
Unimposed upon,
you will spend it twirling
round it, twisting upward
bright and blue
into its blue
you step blithely
and spin, unfurling
your little spirit
upon the world.
(evolving draft, revised 2/3)
The day is a ribbon
curling from the sky for you
Unimposed upon,
you will spend it twirling
round it, twisting upward
bright and blue
into its blue
you step blithely
and spin, unfurling
your little spirit
upon the world.
(evolving draft, revised 2/3)
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