God it was funny watching her learn to dance
with that thing on her head – that black hat
throwing galaxies and that cup in her hand
spilling bits of being-aware
all over the place.
She never fell though
everyone said she would, she got over
the speed of her light feet and the need to understand.
Instead she just danced
and smiled that way at you
when you know it's important but you don't know what it means for sure,
but you're hopeful.
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