My Swing
I walk loose slow
slouched but straight
smooth
unknown
Arms swing
On comers avoid
eye contact but I smile
Hips swing
No need to keep my joy
contained locked away
I share
my sidewalk groove
Fingers snap offbeat
to a passing car’s rhythm
Who cares? Birds sing
I walk loose carefree
Butterflies flit wings
I'm not trying to be
anyone else not even me
No purpose in my stride
Not trying to hide
No particular place to be
right-left-right-left
tap-tap- of heels
Hair swings
I walk loose then pick up speed
finding my direction
regaining perspective
The source of
My joy
Source of
My swing
All
wait for me
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