by Joanna Lawson
Ontario, Canada

piano plays           women's circle sings
Beth sways to choral harmony
she dances within our magic melody
twirls with hands raised high
then eloquently lowering her arms
steps a gentle orbit
slowly stops     beckons
to the centred candles of hope
before she soars to swirling cadences
wrapped in her graceful exuberance —
unaware of the shaggy wing of love
that envelops her as she dances on.

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