Oh, to spring to life and move about the house,
stepping in time to your own pace, and frame of mind,
to not be burdened by the world and its weight,
to be free and wild and alone.
No music playing but the stream of sounds
clamoring, out of tune, off-key; but I don't care--
I'm the only one watching, and I will judge
that all things are equal and beautiful,
and I don't mind the racket, I just love to hear
the sound.
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Please Don't Touch
PuisiPlease Don't Touch is my first self-published book of poetry, written and published originally in 2012. #51 in Poetry, 3 June, 2017 #85 in Poetry, 4 June, 2017 #108 in Poetry, 25 May, 2017 #136 in Poetry, 26 May, 2017 #149 in Poetry, 24 May, 2017 #1...
