All this flowering fullness
as our rough, dry feet stomp away,
shimmying hips swaying a forgotten melody
calling words of anything but retreat…
and just when I’m all done, turning heart in another direction,
the lyrics of this song play me along a path trailing secrets to love’s door.
if only we’d get up, brush off the past lies, all those past lives
posing a notion of failings bigger than now…
we could find the way, unearth the how
because we know why, in spite of all these drowning sighs…
why these blooming relentless songs arrest our perpetual refusal,
calling feet tripping fast back, grasping, clutching all these flowering reasons
to open the door…dance…dance…dance.
J. Ruth Kelly 
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