commute

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every morning we dance and glide
at some unknown time just before nine
paying our fares, huddled up stairs
weaving make-believe lines again
through turnstiles bursting we scatter
like frightened birds we seek comfort
in familiar routine
bagel with butter, coffee with cream
we dance together everyday
same partners, different face
up escalators, crossing streets
dodging taxis, shuffling feet
it’s a dance, don’t you see?
another routine
not beasts of burden are we
we are dancers
on every day in every way
if we’d only open our eyes to see
take action to listen
set yourself free

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