the little dance

a strange wind blows today
the kind that runs hot and cold
rustles leaves on bamboo unnatural
as the chimes ring hauntingly

sliding past the thorns mesquite
down into the river bed walk
hawk glides overhead diving in
watching the little rabbits run

moist sand gives way to feet
imprinting the direction home
while back again dance steps
form the laughter only toes’ know

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dancing

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