by megan sargent

Monday, March 28, 2011

Dear Miles

you slip, slide, tumble
forwards and backwards, a treasure to find
metal in hand and me in mind
I could dance all night but I've got to go

you descend, transcend, pretend
that nothing stands before you
life will never bore you
i could dance all night but I've got to go

you shine, incline, your mine
get out your music maker
take on the world and shake her
I could dance all night but I've got to go

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