One summer night
she found
the pleasure of dancing
was indistinguishable
from the thin smoke
like windchimes
twisting
almost imperceptibly
in the motionless indigo air
While beyond the gate
two moon-silvered soldiers
upright and solemn
as candlesticks
remain
just out of sight waiting
for one whose eyes
see everything but them
(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
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