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The Sun Break Dances, a Poem
Out of Prison for the Afternoon
How much more can
one soul be straightened?
One walks close to walls
like nuns at eventide,
to keep the floor from creaking...
all noise muffled and leveled down...
But to be let loose today,
the sun is break-dancing
with the clouds;
that odd mixture of brilliance
and rain falling in the light...
we might dance and shout
to hearts delight
and bury the ashes
forget the bedlam of lost souls,
find our own
soaring with fist sized dragonflies,
willing our hearts to be young,
to endure all for another day...
to say that the path is long,
seems to not touch the thing,
but, for now, the path is studded
with sparkling rain and fireweed,
of memories reborn,
such a great comfort to