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Low Country Healer

Low country healer,

Summon your soiree

Where brackish waters beckon

And reeds flutter gilded fans.

Where cicada symphonies

Rosin their bows; poised, ready

For the waltz of the fireflies.

Strings of crystalled stars,

Chandeliered glass moon.

Bounties of the marsh catered

By high tides and rising flow.

Dance card filled by lapping waves,

Fingers but skim the surface.

Twilight wetlands, my heart sighs.

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