coming in at the peak
of a dance move with
none of the build up
context was already set
and the hips built
momentum guided by
arms I know it
happened because of
what I see now but
I didn’t see it
minutes ago I wasn’t
there disembodied
head bopped by
a trunk with legs with
feet that know what
some sort of god
had in mind for
rhythm and beats
we each remember
drums are what we
have always pounded
and pop music reached
heights and it’s the child
in me that giggles
and only falters
when adults enter
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