To praise impressions wherever bodies lie down, whoever

To be with skin

To not be but be here
To not be a cut-out on a back lot

To keep shoes fit and batteries keen

To be as real and dirty as cash metal
To lick up grass, gravel, scatter into the wonder of concrete

To not be afraid at the barricades

To not be fooled by the light show
To be with water dripping like an underground song

To not be smudged as a ticket

To wander into the day’s fresh décolletage
Here’s time, beyond counting

time that runs with the sea

shivers over every animal

shell, plankton frond
To be held in tongues of sunlight

To not hate speech

To let all parts of speech nurture species
To smudge away quotidian calculus with caress

To overlap each morning’s skin

To fool with grassy kisses
To be as indecorous as poems

To be part of time like kelp and grit

To move in and out of shells like the moon
To lie down when the ample dancing stops

To work hard, and then flee into

To split apart, to join together like grass
Here are lines for crossing

for overlapping feet

the dance each day does

with hairy liberty
To love lust and sloth as ways of making things

along with boredom, disgust, friendship, play
To lie down in flowers and remember how they came here

a dance of cells singing like dust, work, bark, love and skin
To be as real as all this, to us, in our hands