When they danced,

cows from the next county

slowed their cud-chewing

and the moon hung back,

a little envious, mostly wistful.

His cheeks held secrets

of tombs and acorns while

her smile was a Mondrian nightmare

and her hands were full

of crushed pine cones;

they were sappy

and devoid of catharsis.

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