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 Photo by Johannes Plenio on Unsplash Arising into night the departing sun tangos away with its cloud, memories soon forgotten. Other dancers take the stage, now a romance, now a war dance, feathers raised in prayer to unseen gods. Night will soon bring its curtain across this stage, the avian casts’ final bows taken the theater will darken, awaiting another performance, a new script tomorrow, but for this solitary moment of frozen grace, it is we who write the conversation, our lines sung by actors who know only nature’s unrelenting song. Louis Faber is a poet, photographer and blogger living in Port St. Lucie, Florida with his wife and cat. His work has appeared in The Poet (U.K.), Alchemy Spoon, New Feathers Anthology, Dreich (Scotland), Defenestration, Atlanta Review, Glimpse, The Seventh Quarry Poetry Magazine (Wales), Rattle, Pearl, Midstream, European Judaism, South Carolina Review and Worcester Review, among many others, and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. His cat says she tries to edit him, but he always resists.
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