Saturday, April 16, 2011

Flitter Flutter

Move.
Matters not how.
Just a tip toe, a little spin.
A dainty step.
Bend and stretch.
Breathe in and out and up and down.
And then, progress toward what lies ahead.
Spit and sputter.
Maybe in a leap, a flutter.
He never loved her.
Twirl, don't stop.
Flex and drop and land and fly.
And then, get out.
Over and up and through.
He never loved you.

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