Silhouettes
Like dancers,
the elms lift their arms
skyward.
The oaks clutch the air
with gnarled fingers,
bony branches
etched into the pastel evening.
It is time
to step forward,
uncloaked,
my naked shadow
dancing
on the canvas of the world.
1/22/2017
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