Like the frozen motion of a ballerina
dancing the swirl of a swan,
or the captured moment
of a gymnast’s ribboned rhythmic gyration
this is beauty
natural poetry
in the landscape.
Here there is no judge
awarding decimal digits
and the possibility of gold;
here, there are no gathered multitudes
showering their applause.
Here, you perform your perfection
in the quiet muse of gentle breeze
for my solitary eyes.
So I have captured your captured moment
frozen your frozen motion
and hold your gyration
in a photograph
to share
in another landscape
and the natural
poetry of beauty.
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