dance, she says
cause who else will there be
when the bass line starts as the boulders roll
moss makin’ faces as it gets to shakin’
matching the beat
dance louder, she says
your splashing feet can’t be heard
over the herds of alto rocks
brought down with the melt stream
the lone hawk chillin’
and trilling his tune
dance wilder, she says
you haven’t lost yourself yet
in the mellow melody of the alpine meadow,
tuneless accents from the dead leaves descent
they’re grooving hard
they’re talking to me
and the voice in my head
keeps tellin’ me to dance

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