church bells
a festival
a woman
singing
soul and flesh in
a single ecstasy
tapping at the window
a curious bird or
a friend coming by or
a branch in the wind?
stretched legs
from hips to toes
a woman
letting
go of tension
a turning ceiling fan
sweetness in the air
a gift for us or
for some other species or
for sweetness itself?
a new coin tossed
shining in her hand
and dare she look
at fate in her palm?
at unplucked berries
warm in the sun?
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