Tapping Feet

Feet Tapping
In ten thousand different directions
Treble, Bass, and in-between,
Through puddles, grass, and dry concrete,
Rushed or Slowed,
Some walk on their tippie-toes
Through day and night,
Through Sun and Moon,
And Smiles and Fright.

Some throw change at him,
Not many polite,
Again and again
He chants to the tapping feet,
The money song
Of god and bless
And please and thanks.

Through time,
Through hail and storm,
With coats that tore,
Through icy thaw,
The wind is the only change.

The Tapping Feet
Become bored of grey faces.
The song becomes the city
Like the birds and the trees
And the change and the please.

And the bee’s knee’s
The latest trend
Will it ever end?
He see’s the lesser angels
Of true nature.

Like a lame eagle watching
Prey make it’s own way
‘Till it’s end.


-Ben

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