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letra de where june meets july: iii. at a dance where the stars cross - adjy

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…june, i’ve longed my whole year
to be where we are now…
i mean… you can’t see this
past the lights in the city…

with music rumbling in the background he wiggles his toes thinking
“can wonder get trapped in a cage?”

“y’ever think we are the movements
in some grander wheel?”

“you mean like the pinions in a clock
from the second hand view?”

“yes, and when our beats cross
we act the cardinal (mutable) rhymes

…that sounds silly…
i just…
…i’ve never felt this small yet this important…

don’t your feet get restless all pent up like that?”
shucks, you’re fast as atalanta… why would you ever hold
back?

though my heart is a “mcclellan”
…all they’ll laud is an “earnshaw…”
…but when i graduate
i’ll earn the sway inside to change it all…
“…but can you fence life in
…when life like wind
is the movement made, not the air moving?”

you think the wind will publish me?
no …i’m stuck there till then…

well… tonight all i see’s a gypsy
who broke free of her pen…

…come on they’re playing one i know!

“take my hand, and…”

“ o june, wait!”

“…step and
… one and lean and…”
shoe’s cast off
“one, two, three!”
“twirl!”
“turn!”
“one, two, three!”
shoe’s cast off
lip-bit
and tease… yip and yell:
and for that eve she spins free in messy wet hair
macrame…

can you fence life in?

“in the front seat, hearts reach to wander
that flat land -moonlit sidewalk, through the
wide lot, to the store light in the distance
to a booth where time would cease he sees burns
from her war with contradiction…”

to a booth where time would cease he sees burns
from her war with contradiction…”

…one column where she is
one column where she wants to be

o are we the of movements
in some grander wheel
seeing like the pinions in a clock f
rom the second hand view
and when our beats cross
we act the cardinal rhymes?

…she said her:
“folks grew old, but never grown…”
guess she’s never known much “home…

later among book-staked rows of friends on
the bus -they’d picked neighbored bunks to ac
hum and silent smirks -coquettishly
with everyone asleep he throws a note into her
bed layin eagerly await, still as a deer, with a knot
in his gut…

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