Do-Si-Do
Traffic and pedestrians
Perform a do-si-do.
Cityfolk, experienced,
Know just which way to go.
Every last participant,
Of flesh or chrome and steel,
Bows or curtsies to his partner
In this urban reel.
In and out they weave and turn,
Like threads upon a loom.
Out-of-towners watch in awe,
Anticipating doom.
At some point in this promenade
The music stops and then,
The dancers separate until
They’ll do-si-do again.
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