I choose life with mystery. Space.
Question marks, exclamations, ellipses
not brackets or parentheses.
connects dots by numbers
like choreographed dance steps.
Give me ad lib, jazz scat
one man band with knees that bang.
Meander, run, or tra-la-la.
Tap shoes. Not silly silk slippers.
Too much between Point A and B
to follow a tutu pink linear path.
Photo Credit: Shirley B. Posted to Poetry Pantry on Poets United.
Thanks, Bjorn, for the introduction!