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Shake and Roll

There is no rain

Yet my cheeks are wet

I did not run a mile or train

It could not possibly be sweat.

It did not fall

Yet my heart is broken

It happened after your call

And its few words lethally spoken.

There is no rope

Yet my hands are tied

I find no scope

With you by my side.

They did not rise

Yet my feet are unbound

Once I lift my eyes

My path will be found.

It won’t be the route easily taken

While my mind grows a bruise

I will not be shaken

Unless I doubt my muse.

There is no way back

Even on a gray day

I can ride off track

Into the crowded highway.

The tollgates were a speed bump

I would have to take care

On an errand over the grief hump

To buy a new pair.

White gloves and dancing shoes

I trust the fit would be neat

The end of sad news

Spotless hands on steady feet.

Mum advocated for a clean nose

She told me once, she told me twice

I would keep her counsel close

It would carry me past a new vice.

No drama was needed

Two actors left on the stage

You and I, pride ceded

As we stepped out of our gilded cage.

Learning to sing a new song

“Forget you,” “Shake, rattle, and roll”

I must keep the beat strong

Filling my empty bowl.