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Dancing across the waters Spring hope It's a long ways across the waters too far to swim, too cold, too choppy too risky for an angel with clipped wings; he'd dance across it if he could. Summer mirage The salt pan shimmers in the heat as he shimmies to the jungle beat; a memory, a genetic camouflage, jeans grinding, sweet-n-salty, indiscreet. Autumn puddles A patch quilt in raiment red, green, and gold and Boy George, by George, twirling to gentle notes, a hush that ripples across the puddles on a soft day of rainbows after the storm. Winter pond He skates as if his feet know the script, the cursive tales he inscribes in ice erased by sun and melt each day; to fly across this palimpsest his only vice. Spring hope He swears he'd dance across the melting river's roar; once healed he'd surely soar; another spring, another thousand years; this too shall pass; he folds his wounded wings. © Kåre Enga [177.211] (3.september.2020) 25 lines (including seasons) quatrains of around 10 syllables, some rhyme. PROMPT DANCING IN AN UNUSUAL PLACE - can be literal, metaphoric, surreal, whatever you want. For:
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