Quaker Meeting, Late Winter

I watch the dust motes dance, be tossed
on eddies in the sun-streak
in its minute advance across
the meetinghouse floor

then see the gnarled man rise and move
into the sun to speak
with a glint in his eye I’ve
not seen before

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