Dancing Feet

Cable cars on tram lines

on my morning commute.

Bicycles in the sky

in perpetual revolutions

and cycles

going nowhere

when I daydream.

Stranded boats on highway lanes

and paddles scraping concrete

take me home.

I watch footsteps dancing on ceilings

before I fall asleep.

Dancing happily

without direction. Girl’s feet.

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