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Dec 2021
Next to sorghum cane
I dance with my love
              and look up.

The autumnal breeze
             Pushes her into my chest a little.
We giggle softly.
            Our eyes sway romantically in unison,
                                       and I remember
                                         what's happening above us.
                                                   I point up.
                                                   She looks
                                                   and I feel her heart flutter.
                                    The midnight sky
                                    is blanketed in comets
                                                        with fire tails
                                                   igniting the River of Heaven.
And, when she turns around for another embrace,
             for a second
                           she can't find me.
                           But, that's only because
                                        I'm in the dirt and leaves
                                        on one knee.
This poem is an imitation in the style of "In Cold Storm Light," by Lesie Marmon Silko.
Chris Schleier Jr
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Chris Schleier Jr  30/M/Charlotte, NC
(30/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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