Hip Preach

Spike heels tap concrete

as I rhythm walk the street hum

until my body drinks enough song.

Palms raised to glass eyes

I hip preach to desk dwellers

to swivel to their feet.

There’s a revolution in the groove.

Angry can’t hold its ground

when lip sync fuels a smile.

Spirits ride rainbows to the streets

in color splashes of unique until

gray surrenders the dance floor.

The universal joy of feet freestyling

to their own drum hums through my body.

I deep breathe electric and side step another hallelujah.

©Susie Clevenger 2017

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