a swirl of smoke solidifies and stills
the scent of rain echoes aloft
foot drums whisper
rumble then roar
words become song
swelling above the pulse
as shadows start to stir
curving in rhythm
individual and at one
cadences sweep skyward
sound, sight, and song
merge in movement
until ... at last

the drums quieten and stillness returns
leaving only the will-o'-the-wisp dressed in rain

still dancing

 

 

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