on silent street strolls
my soul’s volume control
explodes! glorious rackets,
doves whistling flutter
tabby cat tip toes
startle my heart.
Joy pirouettes in me
surprise slides cross sidewalks
arms stretching,
hands reaching
while two old hand holders
sighing on the park bench
smile as I, whirling, twirl by,
are not fooled by,
my lumbering plod,
they rather, feel the feather
breeze blown, gust flipped,
the rope jumping child,
humming, her cadence,
invites, enjoins me,
She, soul-sensed, enough
intuits, true, epiphany,
the beat,
in,
my,
feet.