I would not go back
though some of my skin is looser now
and my hips are sometimes rusty
on their hinge.
Do not count out the rhythm I carry,
muddled and muffled though it may be-
that is life coursing through my shimmy;
the message sounds like trees
and feels like wind to me.

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