tiniest of ducklings
in multitudes float
as snowflakes in an
early spring flurry
the sun and flowers return
and you shine
in your beauty and glory
I am fortunate and grateful
to behold you in Apollo's grace
at a fair of art and jewelry
we pass through the stalls
of various crafts and wares
with music in the air
our friend almost asks
me to dance as the song
reminds her of a tv show
but we look at each other
and agree in our eyes
to take to the dancefloor
ourselves
moving slowly together
my hands take to your shoulders
in your striped shirt
you tell me I was looking lonely
when I was sitting across from you
I reply that I could melt in your arms
the clock then reads 3:37 am
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