a descent into poetry insanity |
| grapevines weave over, under, step back step front step touch walk walk walk touch quick quick slow quick quick quick quick slow quick quick grapevine faster— and again, faster every time until every foot races and every mouth laughs and the caller bows and the fiddler squeals to a stop, and our arms change to another line— and grapevines weave. line count: 17 |