The step, the moment, the walk,

19 November 2017 12:00 AM

If you take a step, if you go down the stairs, or up the stairs, if you travel through the woods, and trod upon the stones in the path, will you bleed, will you be more aware of the moment?
Walk, the light glimmers through the leaves, through the roof of this cathedral, stain glass figurines, the crystal chandelier, is it fluorescent, are they purple and do they glitter,
the girl lifts up her gold bangles, placing them upon her neck, over her tousled hair, she lifts her fingers up and clicks, clicks, feet down, toes pressed against the floor marimba, the dance of life, she sways her hips in time with the song, the breeze that winds through the trees, the woods is thick with limbs, and the boys run across the field, tossing the ball to one another,
the rabbit dives under the bushes, he didn't mind, breathing rapidly he twitches his nose and stays calm, silent, if he doesn't mind why is he breathing like that, I don't believe you,
let's run through the grass, the hare easily outstrip the cat, it was a matter of the length of their legs,
magnificent sight.
pirouettes
she dances across the wooden floor, the sand was there to make the grip more accessible, I think why does the tap dancer spread the twinkle dust on the floor anyhow,
one step two,
the cat is on the step, panting, she sits down and brushes his fur with her fingers,
one two,
white gazebo
the woman in her long dress, and the elbow length gloves, gray,
I still don't get that hat of hers, like a bower of flowers, gorgeous, but -- how does she balance that on her head,
Is she suppose to do anything but pose?