even if dancing just once


[…]

I imagine him waiting
for the cover of darkness
to let down his hinged drawbridge.
He wanted, after so many
protracted years of caution,
to dance naked and nimble
as a flame under the moon—
even if dancing just once
was all that the teeth
of the forest would allow.

Jeff Worley, On Finding a Turtle Shell in Daniel Boone National Forest

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