All over the page
words
appear,
however
they happen to get there
—it’s not exactly clear.
Yet,
one more time,
they attempt,
as they shuffle about,
each dance tune
the dance master spins—
Oh, they do move alright,
stumbling,
bumping into each other
clumsily,
so good at
getting themselves
all out of sync,
& often
don’t have the foggiest
where they’re supposed to go,
as they try
& try again,
shifting positions,
—like, move those feet,
like, clickety click—
Eventually
—& rather amazingly,
the
Melody
pulls them up right—
Somehow,
it sort’a happens,
quite seemingly overnight—
It’s That’s
it!
You got it!
Another tune they marvellously master,
as inspired
as Moon wise,
however
it happens.