Poetry

The Fall, 22 (266.)

Sometimes it takes a while
to get in the groove,
but when it happens,
oh, the humanity!
It’s everywhere in my dancing,
my soul and my feet
start prancing,
and everything just feels damn good.
Crank the volume,
sit up straight,
and let all those worries
just percolate.
The slow drip of anxiety
can be stymied.
So cut a rug, you silly lug,
and smile while you can.

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