Here you come again.
Dolly’s voice has whispered in my ear all day.

Shall we dance?
Will you spin my butt into its chair?
Prance my fingers across their keyboard?
Choreograph a pas de quatre with sight, smell, sound, and taste?
Encourage that magical waltz with heart and mind,
that catches words before they escape?

It’s June.
Another chance to trip the light fantastic.