The wind blowing leaves her dancing
in and out of moonlight;
high-kicking like pony’s prancing
under nature’s spotlight.
Twirls and pirouettes will she do;
ballet instructor’s dream.
She even does a pas de deux
paired with a lithe moonbeam.
She’s a blur of twisting motion
down the path to the park;
any step she feels the notion
tangoing with the dark.
Lightly upon the passing breeze
she floats and flies away;
deftly dodging around the trees,
watching their branches sway.
Whirls right across an open yard
and never slows her step.
Her moves are effortless, not hard;
there’s no end to her pep.
When the wind pauses, she will rest
until it blows anew.
As a plastic bag, it’s the best
a windblown girl can do.
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In my poem “Intensified” I commented that my Dragon Naturally Speaking voice recognition software kept wanting to alter my initial line as it repeated throughout the poem – and that while it was an intriguing image, it didn’t fit the poem. Well, first line here is essentially the line Dragon kept trying to give me, so you might say this is a collaboration with my voice recognition software!