Leaves dancing in the street
outside your window
tapping out a rhythm to my thought
Music of castanets
how I wish I could join them
dancing on the ground
and play for you
wild music
haunting melodies
of the breeze
But I am confined
to smiling
as you pass, eyes straight ahead
unseeing
July 5,1980
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