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Shimmering by Joan McNerney


That summer I wanted to

take off all my clothes.

Be naked under the sun.

Tango all over warm grass,

so warm, warm.

Noontime perfumed berries

and lush grass. Beneath honey

locust through hushed woods

we found this spring,

a secret susurrus disco.

My feet began two-stepping

over slippery pebbles.

Threading soft water, the sun

dresses us in golden sequins.

Your hand reaches for me.

Joan McNerney’s poetry is found in many literary magazines such as Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Poet Warriors, Blueline, and Halcyon Days. Four Bright Hills Press Anthologies, several Poppy Road Journals, and numerous Poets' Espresso Reviews have accepted her work. She has four Best of the Net nominations. Her latest title is The Muse in Miniature available on and


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