Tambourines and dancing

Posted on September 1, 2006


there was no tambourine but that of the drops
split splatter sploosh
soaked to the skin.
but leaping and kicking, with laughing and spinning
we were the tambourine cymbals
tingling with our feet in the puddles
knowing this is what florida is about
wondering what adam and eve did when there was only mist
does mist carry a dance like the rain?
Maybe it does.
more graceful–
unlike our leaping.
skipping like calves from the stall: drenched and healed.

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