the sun a speckled plover
that roves through the trees
a dance of light
that flits around
peeking through the leaves
the million fans that flutter
shifting with the breeze
a blind caress
at random chance
takes me off my knees
to dance in the frozen shade
sun my welcome tease
to quit the dark,
my bower’s bark,
and this lone reprieve
~ R. Harder
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