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by Mary Lambert
Tree hands shimmer as
reaching fins needle
to catch essence.

Ballet fronds reach, out,
out, from blackened boughs
to cup snow.

Elementals undulate in the
dance--Polynesian language--

Cone nougats scent the air
with breath of amber sap and
sweat of procreation.

Such ecstasy!

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