Galloping around the room, letting inhibitions go,
following the crowd in a polka-raising energy,
bounding about.
Easing muscles and hearts with pleasure sought out
in the melody of beauty and extravagance.
Turning, spinning, awaiting partners to place their
feet in rhythms of elation.
Exercising bodily movements to enjoy and have fun
together, gathering nuances of the day and spraying
them throughout the room.
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