Tread lightly
and learn to ignore
the world
that might jump
the tracks
like a machine
out of control,
swerving across the solid
lines, color flowing
everywhere.
Tread lightly
and learn to dance
alone with flare
and flounce
around the edges
of your skirt.
Beauty lives there,
in the halo
around the silences
of all that joy.
Saturday, October 27, 2012
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