The Dance

In the early morning darkness

the moon smiled

to see herself

dance with the wind.

It didn’t matter to moon or

wind that they danced

in silence, that

they danced alone.

Caught up in the moment, they did

not see the stars

exchange knowing

looks with the pond.

                                                                                            JDG

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