Step Twists

I dance in the mottled dapple of afternoons light
The soft crack of fallen leaves
Buried in the wet quiet of misting rain

Clothes clinging to me
Revealing unattractive form

But my dance continues, unabated
A paen to life’s minutes turning
A song sung in steps and ragged breathing

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