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Dancing under the Moon

Back from my run, I see them flying above the tree tops,

I lie down on the tarmac allowing the dark, sun-drenched, warmth to seep into my bones

and I watch their leisurely progress across cerulean sky,

Circling, as though tied by an invisible thread, they dance the dance of the ages,

Together and yet apart, life long partners separated by the vagaries of time,

A warm breeze licks my skin, leaving only a film of salt in its wake,

Butterflies flutter erratically into my line of sight,

Dragonflies dart past.. one.. then another...

Bird song mingles with the steady hum of bees,

Behind it all the moon watches with ageless gravity

And I give thanks.

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