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Afternoon Dance
Something about it all
just says this
When I look
I find a rolling pole
seeping in dust puddles
a grass of grain
a tutti frutti
puffing a pipe
of the cigar man
lounging on the parkway
afternoon bench
starring at a tree
taking at a branch
a winding gray groove
leading you
on the wayward
forest walk home.
Yes!
Ah, a drummer man
A feisty passion
The beat stirs
A community of voice begins
It rings!
The mountain opens!
Jamba!
An orchestra dances
And mingles
With the groove behind
A silence comes
To fill the space between
And the drummer
walks down the hall.
A Soft Wooden Curve
I sat with a guitar tonight.
A classical sound
Walked by
A few jazz tunes
I heard strumming
In the mass of voices
The sound drew me
The voice smiled
His fingers talked
On the commonground
The quiet voice spoke.
And my curiosity stirs
As my fingers
Find their way.
Dragonfly
If I ever saw
what I thought I could
I wonder if I might see
what I know I should
that the grass is growing
the weeds are flying
when we care about it all
any way
I'm walking in a pond
a tadpole in my hand
and a dragonfly
wakeflies in the sun
The Breakdance Derivative
My shoes are hangin' tight
Walkin' to a fine tune
Kick out to the bright air
Churn baby churn
Break out of the box, fine sir.
You don't belong in there.
Open wide
You shall receive
Make that groovy handshake
A place to call home
Your eyes bright and feisty
With magic moves
that marry the tune
Kick it out,
And think no more.
A Wall, A Well, and
A Beautiful Way
You Are a Woman,
Worthy of Respect
Move IT
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