I made a dance today,

In the kitchen,

On those old linoleum floors,

Those cold, old linoleum floors

In my bare feet.

In front of the back window,

Watching the robins and the sparrows,

I twisted and twirled and moved.

I was thinking of flowing water

And falling water

And air and sky and space.

The music was the song of birds

The audience was nature itself And the birds

(If they cared to see).

I made a dance today.

I made it, danced it, and now it's over,

Barely a memory

And even that will fade

By tomorrow.

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