Changing Times Comments

Excellent the way you relate dance to our most precious hopes. Dance becomes a protean emblem of sprouting new life, in contrast to SMELLY FEET and ACHING BONES and FIGHTING STICKS that mindlessly overstay their welcome like senescent elephants. In my friend’s poem A DOG POEM FOR TOMORROW on my PH page, the poet says “Tomorrow, a dog that only goes wild after death/ Holds the world in its jaws and won’t let go…” In your poem, tomorrow is when an arena will open for the dance-writ-large of everyday heroes, just living their lives worthy of human beings.