It's Still Life

There are songs in my feet.

I turn
through the kitchen,

waltz morning
onto its toes.

Sunlight
climbs the trees,
green waking
leaf by leaf.

No audience,

only the kettle,
the floorboards,

and this small happiness
moving through me
without permission.

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