DOING THIS
TWO-STEP LIGHTLY
Doing this two-step lightly, I am dancing
the jig off the corner. I can jump and fly,
but the seeming disaster that is Life resounds,
catches me back, calls me in again. Over there,
that tiny fellow with the broom, a Chinese man
tending to his restaurant's front - for maybe just
one minute, I would like to be him. No harm,
just to see. I can be anything I want - or at least
I was told, long time ago. All that time, and nothing.
I have arrived; the terminal is clear. Me, I have no
voice and my endless notebook is empty. I am
doing this two-step lightly - I suppose just
to exit this place. Dance. Dance. Dance.
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