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Beating Heart, Dancing Feet  

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It begins—a murmur humming in the backdrop
as we sit by the handsome pool and marvel:
the evening light spread upon the veranda.
To rekindle the trembling undulations

we sit by the handsome pool and marvel
at the apparent wish to continue this
peculiar quest to rekindle undulations--
to a clearing, among sagebrush moving with

the apparent wish to continue this
little breeze stumbling through the locale
to a clearing, moving among sagebrush
while all things seemed content in being.

A little breeze was stumbling through
quietly and not quite revealed
where all things seemed content in being
set between the horizon and these hills--

quietly and not quite revealed
she combed her hair, while fixed
between the horizon and these hills--
it began as a murmur humming in the backdrop

while she combed her hair, fixed
with the belief we can live with hope which
begins as a murmur humming in the backdrop
and the little spaces.  Sitting quietly in

the belief we can live with hope which
begins as a murmur humming in the backdrop
and the little spaces.  Sitting quietly in
the evening light spread upon the veranda.



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