Proud cufflinks punch drunken bees

fires of furniture at number 92

a sword of death a copper kettle

tick tock tick tock and the

glory of untamed flowers

who love to dance.

 

United in flames, the music bringing you

together, footnotes in history

 

Winnie the Pooh is still dancing

 

motes of morning light on the edge

of a life show doilies and discounted cakes

eleven lyrical apostles suspended by paint

 

And Pooh dances to Northern Soul, as God

makes notes in the footnotes of a poem.

Slipping into the meditation of Northern Soul

God speaks as in a whirlwind.

 

Everything is hidden waiting to be revealed

and here is an end to my story lost in the rhythm

because I have to dance