Night Dancers

who are
the pale girls
 
dancing
in the trees?
 
white like
slim birches,
 
whirling
like milkweed
 
flying
in the wind,
 
they shine
in the night
 
making
the woods bright
 
with joy
we cannot
 
repress,
mystery
 
we dare
not forget:
 
blue stars
scatter down
 
to kiss
them, then touch
 
the ground
 
 
(7 April 2021
for Renata Csaszar)

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