Dance Instead

 

A fantasy rapidly

falls on my mind 

as fresh leaves

out of books

crinkling read,

recycle, reuse.

What for has an ocean

to fill. I have

a creativity surge

to empty.

Flow by as stardust

that must nap

on shoulders strong

and unmoving.

Don't ask

me why I'm here.

The answer will reveal

your clever secrets. 

We can dance instead.

M, Flannery

August 2024