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 lives on the Florida coast. He has recently had poems published in Bellowing Ark, Jerry Jazz Musician, and Shemom.
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