Sunlight slips past unnoticed
as she marks her spot
in the sand
lit from behind
a gargantuan wash of
burnt embers
fortell the bonfires
unconcerned she starts
the song...
a beat, stacatto rhythm
electric drums
crooner calls
passion
to passion
a breeze unease
homeless in her wake
hips and pelvis
turn and twist
limbs respond, reverb
and sway taking off
she flies across
hardpacked sand
crashing waves
lost in trance
alive with fire
a moving spirit
pulls her up
and knocks her down
twirls her
across
to the other side
of
her dream
and those left watching
remain unseen
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