We Danced


at last, we sang
within an orchard — each radiance,

Piiito cast a voice
of Harmony, about the stilléd land /

each leave and ev’ry orb, the silent
Piiiaire and sudden

water — raining from the cosmos /
Piiiwet faces, wet

bodies, nude we sang: our chest
Piiiof rivulets,

Piiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiibeads of (rain)-
Piiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiwater, naked feet descendent

Piiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiithrough a slowly
Piiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiflooded plaine — (rain)-water

Piiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiat the ankle / oh!
Piiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiihow we sang . . . and oh! how

Piiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiwe danced!

Leonard Zawadski’s poetry appears or will appear in ‘Sunset Liminal,’ ‘The Literary Nest,’ ‘Quail Bell Magazine,’ and several others. He lives in Chicago, IL.

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