The Artist Returns

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The Artist Returns

for my friend

She paints again,
her first brush strokes since
2016. She captures dawn
or is it dusk? Her hand
is steady with the brush.
Like two dancers who meet 
after a decade apart. They join 
cool hands and with warmth,
begin to move. These are the same
steps, familiar, strange. 
Life’s rhythm accounts
for waltz or tango. 

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