Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Don't mind the music

Footsteps in the mind,
prodding softly, slowly.
Probing.
Sniffing.
Scurrying.
Scuffling.
Rats to the Gouda,
and a stray banana peel!
A somersault.
Thud.
Head over heels,
an audible groan.
Footsteps rise to the occasion,
rising with the melody.
The beat of my own heart :
the coda.

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