A Dance Of Days (for Wesley Baker)
A halo of music hovers above a fair head
You have filled with words of the last century's literature,
As you speak in thoughtful, soft syllables
Of where you have been while the world spins onward
Below shifting sky, beneath shifting feet
As they change longitude in search of new latitudes
In a dance of days we continue to sing.
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