Perpetual dancers
Sea of 
Twisted trunks
No wind,
Air heavy like
Too many long skirts 
Or the pause 
Before bad news

I fall in love
With this reflection of myself

Their barren limbs
Reach to the sky

Mirroring this longing

Stripped bare 
of pretense
Stripped bare 
of pride

In their stark beauty
Against the vermilion sky

Frozen in a moment
Of worship

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