The Dance
She carries dinner and sweet tea
to her man in the field
as purple hews of sunset
streak down mountain sides.
An evening breeze is welcomed,
cooling the damp dress
clinging to her shape
in the shadow of night.
Darkness settles over Heaven and Earth,
bare feet caress rich soil
as bodies held tight in rhythmic embrace--
dance.
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