when the moon came up
the trees began to dance
like i always knew they could
moving to the music
ricocheting off their leaves
and drumming on their wood
caught up in feverish melodies
sinking through their skin
their ever-changing partners
the zephyr and the wind
curious and contagious
to their midnight celebration
real or grand illusion
it seemed to matter little
all but joy was forgotten
my worries of tomorrow
lost and trampled
in the merry tromping
and sashaying of
a liberating moonlit dance
–shashi light
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