the real reason people stop dancing at night alone in downtown lofts
and cozy wooden houses with azaleas in front yards tucked back on slow roads
is not that they can’t glide like stars in the black canopy above or have been
given at birth two left feet in tortuous shoes which pinch and contort
but they don’t stand up, unkink knots of tightness and dance to soft soothing
silence or to music which trembles the heart and shakes crazy their floor when
day is finally slow and all is easeful so quiet,
(to me it’s the damnedest, one of the saddest things),
they’re afraid to open into their god-given bodies,
let go of smallness towards the great nothing
and with full unthinking relish, relax like a child
and laugh into love!
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