It’s hard to tell when sadness is allowed
when buildings impede sunshine
on railroad tracks below
but travelers are just happy to be moving.
It reminds me of searching for lyrics
on a cassette insert and finding
I rather liked my mistakes better.
We danced to many mistakes
to the tune of our frantic hearts.
He had a beautiful analogy about dancing
with me being like shuffling with cattle.
Moo, I say, smiling and wiggling.
The Word Rummager 
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