• Gary Hunter

Ever Flash Mob? Sept. 12, 2022

I’ve noticed

trees never hold back

when the wind-music starts


they are compelled to dance

as much as we seem socially bound

to hold back


what will people say?

will they look at me funny

think I’m nutty, maybe insane?


and here the rooted

are thinking


man – if we could run

and jump and spin

like they do

we’d dervish at the drop

of a blown off hat

twirl tango and tap dance

across this laidback world

never stop while

the bone-drumming

rhythm

of being alive

still plays

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