The Dance of Life

The wild sweet cry of here we go
Rings out from every room
Another five weeks on the road
The breath of family everywhere
From Maine to Colorado I feel
Our mother earth in birth…the fear
Of flight and TSA, the smell of rain
And rotting earth, the farm in Maine
The mountain song we’ll sing in Colorado
I hear your voice that sings with stars
We’re dancing hand in hand with soil’s
Pregnant love we grow again as part of All
In earth and sky and tattered human bodies.

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