The Dance of Us

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Listen in the wind
The sound around
The eaves that run
The moan of timeless
Talking walk with me
To see the wonder
In the trees that bend
Their boughs with leaves
So thick with fruited
Weave between
The grasses secret
Kingdoms live
Beneath your feet
You tread upon such worlds
Of whirling busy ness
Now seek above
Your head you peep
Into the solar
Swimming spin in
Outer space a trace
Of beckoning to come
To meaning no
Conclusion yet has dreaming
Dreamt enough to frame
The name of us
We have to trust to chance
And dance….

© K Barr

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