feet touching down along its curve.
Songbirds and crickets,
turkey and deer -
all the usual inhabitants -
move in the same grace
We revel in crescents -
the arc of temperature,
the waxing moon,
the hammock of tenderness
we offer each other
during and after
the easy swing of the day's work.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 11, 2021
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