Song Of David
I went down by the river
and danced
to the song of David.
It was twilight.
The magic hour
when the sun and the moon
exchange beams.
The sky was a slow
swirling spectrum.
I wore white,
a full skirt made fuller
with a ruffled slip
that wove my movements
into the wind.
Such a warm wind,
and beams from both
the sun and moon
washed through my dress
making it whiter,
washed through my limbs
making them lighter
as I flushed
and glowed
and danced.
March 1989 The Lighthouse magazine
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