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sandy crow — i miss dancing

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He was kicking rocks in the yard with his body slumped forward, as if his whole focus was his foot’s favourite task. Normally, I would be insane to suggest that he was kicking up the same rocks that he kicked yesterday, but today he walks in the exact same circle where I first noticed him crying. He doesn’t cry today. He has the same shirt on, but the suit trousers that matched are now replaced with basketball shorts, and I don’t think they are a reaction to the sun. When a man loses his job, every small routine forgets itself, and today his normal appearance has been forgotten. Why wear clothes at all if you’re no longer employed to appear competent? If he had fashion in mind, the idea of a complimentary basketball cap would at least protect his burning neck. The rocks have now found their new position for the day. And he’s crying… again. That’s the natural reaction for when life kicks you in the teeth. He’s fallen to his knees today. Maybe the sobbing to peeping neighbours in the sur

i miss dancing I'm falling & forgetting my own name. What's all this anyway? The whiteness of the crashing wave just turned into a cloud. After a breath It's all with me now. Sit me down in beauty & I promise not to fidget. Future & progress became your God. The slightest curve in the constant Gives the horizon somewhere to stop. I was alone- they were everything & gifted. Prayer was the admission of confusion being embedded in my wishes. This gift became just another possession I'm anxious to loose. And now modern man can't own the moment. They want all of time Dancing around a room Just to o

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