Equator line
Here, now,
At the Ecuator line am I--
Quiet and still,
Not a movement
Of leaves or clouds,
Or waves...
I could almost fly,
Yet barrow the grace
Of a ballerina
As I move on the line...
Looking down in the dark
To see storms
Long forgotten...
Then looking up
To the unknown...
Too bright, and blinded I--
Any storms there too...?
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