the dance of the ink riddled fingers

the sunlight made me dance

Posted in how was your day?, pin the tail on the love, the poet-tree by enisea on 31/05/2010
The glint of blinding reflections danced along the stem of the fork in manageable quantities. 
I heard the sunlight ask for music,
and then it asked for me.
So I danced with the fork in the sunlight.
How could this be? You did not see?
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