we anticipate
in three-four time
a dance by Bach or Handel
we prepare
dance lighting dim world
like strings of bulbs
outlining house on winter evening
we watch
a floating chorale
above the lilting windwork
such peace
we dare
for good is coming
we already see it in the miracle of birth
and wide-eyed we run
bathrobes tangling in our legs
the song of wings ringing our
ears
we experience
enter floodlit stable
with care yes yes
we recognize
this gentle love
glimpse of full-hearted
waltz revealing
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