he plays a flute like Legolas
obviously casual
in a tree
preening
while mythril singing
slits the gorge of summer
I will not wear a white dress
nor go to dance with you upon the snow
until persephone
from her queen's womb
disgorges into light
on mothers' day
to keep this peace
when earth casts off her white dress
then we dance
robin and I
one met night
that season's end
so peacefully beginning
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October 22, 2014
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=BiqlZZddZEo
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