Dancers

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    Dancers

    Like the orchestra
    before the curtain rises,
    the autumn winds tune up.
    They cue the actors,
    who change from uniform green
    into their glorious costumes
    of candy-apple red,
    sunset purple, and pumpkin orange.
    Backstage, they begin to rustle
    and stretch, partnered with the wind.
    Whirling, twilring, floating,
    keeping time with the seasons.
    They gracefully bow,
    anticipating the applause
    of winter.

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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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