Samara
She carried a heavy accent
light on her feet,
her voice the soundtrack to
our star's slow spin,
little sneakers turning earth
like a hamster's wheel,
like a treadmill,
bringing us its unseen corners.
Her eyes are all the first flame,
her neck, all attitude,
hands on her hips like
she's waiting for the rhythm
to catch up.
She sings for it
through a toothless smile so wide
some of the alphabet is impossible,
but the message is clear:
The universe moves for a reason.
It's teaching a lesson
children know well:
Space isn't silent;
it's just a captive audience.
Dance long enough,
and the world dances with you.
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