Eyebrows Dance
I.
The wind joins the playful breeze.
Her feet are dancing
At the music at the trees.
No pause. No stop.
No final bow.
She is stepping in the glow.
II.
Age is a context. –
Amazing grace
Is not a race. –
Limitations are not
Excuses of destruction
Of making me laugh so hard.
You do not notice till later
The happy smile became
The sole consolidation. –
The eyebrows
Support the music flow.
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