Fell loudly by the door
Yes I said why not
Get up off the floor
It’s always once in your life
You get to be lusty
And once to be crusty not lovely
But curled in upon yourself
Trying to be a seed-like thing
At least the gesture’s there
Like two bowing or one hand
Reaching for another
Across a yellowing expanse
Asking you to dance
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