I danced with Delphi.
Something Greek but universal
with moonlight.
A cobbled street
lined in trees
at the edge of town
went outward
and uphill.
My body rang
with each step
and each step shared.
Two frequencies
separated
and overlapped.
At no time did we
let go of each other’s hand.
So giddy I became
when the air
thinned of vendors
and consumers.
The closed flowers’
heads dangled.
Out to her old stones in ruin.
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