
Trees tango
Dancing in the streets
Entangled embrace
My spirit bound to earth
Body a straight jacket
That gets tighter with age
My youth flew with the ether
Those days long past
So I must keep moving
To fill my wanderlust
Or succumb to the gravity
That pulls my leaden limbs
In response Patrick Jenning’s Pic and aWord Challenge # 115: Wanderlust and the Daily Post Prompt: Age
Grand house curtain flies
Practiced muscle memory
All pain vanishes
With that first staccato note
And returns with deft applause
In response to the Weekly Photo Challenge: From Every Angle
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