Seriously Singing and Dancing
I'm back in the savannah
drums on masonite lockers
young women with hips
wrapped in cloth and rhythm
making up the songs
complaints and stories
daily life transformed
full moon bright as the eye
of god, swinging in time
to mortal tunes.
Thirty-five years later
rhythm of gospel
makes me bouncy
I'm saucy again, hips
remembering to swing
this time to immortal tunes.
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