When the snow falls the flakes spin upon the long axis
that concerns them most intimately
two and two to make a dance
 
the mind dances with itself,
taking you by the hand,
your lover follows
there are always two,
 
yourself and the other,
the point of your shoe setting the pace,
if your break away and run
the dance is over
 
 
Breathlessly you will take
another partner
better or worse who will keep
at your side, at your stops
 
whirls and glides until he too
leaves off
on his way down as if
there were another direction
 
gayer, more carefree
spinning face to face but always down
with each other secure
only in each other’s arms
 
But only the dance is sure!
make it your own.
Who can tell
what is to come of it?
 
in the woods of your
own nature whatever
twig interposes, and bare twigs
have an actuality of their own
 
this flurry of the storm
that holds us,
plays with us and discards us
dancing, dancing as may be credible.

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