Move like little bells
leaves in the wind
blown, plucked

bend aside, participate
shake the trunk
dance on clubfeet

stamp the beat
sway my hair around
pose and ruckle

with the smallest branches
and slightly ruffle
my carrot heels

Deception sought to beckon
in the shadows,
but only the fooled believe
in the trickery of darkness.

For it's a fragile bridge
from dusk to dawn.


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