bees on wildflowers
ride out the breezes,
in wistless sway.
Wistless Sway [Haiku]
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trees judder
with spring breezes;
shadows pulse below.

an egret alights
on a coracle boat
without nudging it.
When my body says to move, I move. I dance like a puppet on its string.

roadside poppies
sway in unison behind
passing autos.
What was the last live performance you saw?
Belly dancers doing a series of experimental pieces fusing modern dance with multiple forms of traditional belly dance.