WE werelings like saving trolls
(dancing
beneath
bridges) coins in
pockets clanging
like silver hearts whose words like lips closed speaking
and two foot liking here — this earth dancing Eine Kleine Nachtmusik,
K525! we order a life and they send us a thought
(like someone ordered pie) and let us dance over smashed words — open broken vows of oath so trembling cracked —
smiles ~~
i see nothing
but drenching spray of pink-white and reds
all across this unbelievable lovely life! So dance,
sing! Twirling souls have no time for fear
or hurt or pain!