You point your feet in the direction of music
You point your thoughts on the notes, too
& feel a smile spread itself
Everything
is acting upon you
It's OK
Through the park
green hill
after hill until
one is lit along the edge
A branch bearing bulb stars
reaches out for you
buzzing incandescent
The sky arranges itself darkly for good contrast
& here's the shebang
you've walked an hour to find
A jumble of light
& collapsible armatures
A copse of supersized toys
& a muddling crowd
Your core is rare
Which light
which beat or lyric
has touched you
just enough
by Shanna Compton
published in Tool A Magazine
Robin Reagler 