Sunday, April 6, 2014

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Friends come and go
loves too
I dance

I dance
though people steal your space on the dance floor
I dance

when the timing is right
and the bass swings, just so
I dance

head down, introspective
hands up, joy reflected
I dance

I dance
on the sidewalk
in the grass
on the pavement 
in the street 

dirty toes
muddy feet

physical changes take place
chemical synaptic metamorphosis

I dance

silliness happens
and realness too

I dance

in all that is impermanent and impermeable 
I dance