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A LIGHT ROMANCE
For Meara

I look at the
Christmas tree
tiny tiny lights--
slide into tear drops
at the point
there are almost as
many yellow as green
as blue.
Not so with red and pink.
Yellow burnishes
needles with a glow.
Blue is drop of sky.
Green greenifies tree.
Red and pink--
a dialogue of tease:
Is pink, a red? Or red a…
quiet
enters in--
Lights begin
to blur,
body settles in,
shimmers
shifts
sways
to lights.
Then the tree
in millimeters
begins
to bend
its spine.
My hands
drift to my side—
a dance.