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A Word, Please
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Dance
A word I hear
Inside the air
Of movement
And of possibilities
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Let’s try to move together
Earth and sky
And us between
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C L Couch
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Photo by Maksym Kaharlytskyi on Unsplash
. . . five pairs were dancing tango . . . sensual, savoring with every movement. . . . ordinary people . . .
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So over three days there have been three poems for Valentine’s. A study of love, a tribute to my mother, and thoughts about how a couple might move together.
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It’s Not a Race
We take chances
Just to breathe
But breathing’s good
We should stay with that
We should keep going
We don’t need to manufacture
Inspiration or wait
For it to fall as
A perfect weight from heaven
There are things to believe in now
Silly things and absolutely vital
I’m thinking babies
To get to know and fight to keep
I’m thinking neighborhoods
To get to know and fight to keep
I’m thinking other people
And the babies, too
If not first of all
First of all,
There’s God
More than ninety percent of the world
Would agree
And all of nature, too
We can listen for God’s word
Spoken through wind
And words in good books
We can’t afford to be crazy now
The world is too close
Though there’s still room
The sense of it could be
That here’s a planet:
We are here
Others will follow
Someday we will leave
It would be good because we choose to
We are old
We are new
Please, let’s keep trying
The day might not be waning
It does not matter yet
There’s time
There’s play between the seconds
Elastic possibilities
Keep breathing
Keep moving
C L Couch
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