by a fiery sunset, a woman invented
a loose-limbed dance, filled
with leaps, twirls, bends, and swirls,
as her long black hair unfurled
in rising and falling wind,
and I stopped some distance away
to witness and celebrate the woman's
ecstatic movement and marriage
with the elements, and allow all I saw
to become imprinted in my mind, to forever
remind me of how one person can both praise
and meld oneself to world's magnificence.
Michael L. Newell is a retired teacher. He has had seven poetry books published in the past 3.5 years.
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