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We Dance Until The End Of Things

clothesline- by Jill Wellington from Pixabay

I want
to dance
through flowered meadows
in the spring
to turn my face
to touch the shining wind
as rain brings freshness to the air.

I want
to feel the fields
reach toward returning geese
and hear them greet
familiar lands
where young fish rise
in shallow pools
and birdsong rises
to the clouds.

I want
to smell the sweetness
of the cottonwood,
to see its drifts
of summer white
as plumes of seeds release
and seek a moist nest
in the earth.

I want
to chase a cloud of fireflies
running in my garden boots
as I catch them in my net
and save them
in my fairy jar
to watch them twinkle
in the night.