Got My Vans On

May 10, 2010
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the methodic tap of
Vans on pavement,
an uninspired pencil
on a blank page,
a heartbeat before
leaping into flight
from the highest of the high dives,
the old clock
in my grandmother’s house…

a rhythm
it starts with a rhythm.

and then,
with the abruptness of an electric shock
from a key in an outlet,
with the impact of
a Hollywood explosion
that makes you jump in your chair,
you begin to move,



in directions you didn’t even know existed
and it’s not until moments later
that it hits you;
this is what it feels like to dance.

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