Make the words dance 'cross the pages
The truth of laughter resonates like well-tuned piano
strings. It is hard not to be moved by the sound.
Still, the simple lilting cadence of vox humana
also brings waves of delight unbound.
The passing words of nearby folks in daily tasks
exchanged to share the plainest thoughts
strikes chords as orchestrated as Basque
folk circle dances: where each man shifts left and squats
with arms full-locked then flips each neighbor
on the spot and wows us all in silent gasps
so beautiful to behold; such skillful labor
stuns the beholder and lifts high humanity
So "Dance, dance, wherever you may be."
Thanks to my friend Geoff, who invited me to Yugoslavia to see the International Folk Festival in the summer of 1980.
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