A tacklehug
Running out to greet friends.
The feathery-light feeling
Of my friends' fingers at my waist, shoulders,
All grasping for some sort of an embrace.
A giant group hug
Bear hugs, too
Running and leaping and laughing.
A tap on the hand,
Asking for permission
Going a little beyond
Friendship
Scooting closer
Leaning in
Holding hands.
Arms around shoulders,
Elbows hooked,
A giant spinny circle
Where we always fall down.
Human touch is an incredible thing
And I cherish it.
My band conductor has always said that 6/8 plays itself -
it does.
It's easy to just play through but not if you think too much.
I grew up in 6/8
my life plays itself
yes I make mistakes
The first thing I ever understood about falling in love
is that it keeps you coming back
like magnets
whether it's good for you or bad for you
you're addicted.
And I didn't know the scope of it -
New year's resolutions.
I tell myself a lot of things every year -
I never listen.
No boys, no distractions.
Too late.
This time is different I think -
I want that senior solo
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