They're Sleeping And I'm Dancing Poem by Vincent S. Coster

(For Al Filreis)

The peace of this place chimes with a hum

Heavy breathing tells me that

They are sleeping peacefully in their beds

While I alone at my writing desk sit

I look over my shoulder as if to check

And make sure that no one

Is watching me

And assured that I'm all alone

I get off my seat and begin to dance

Shedding my clothes without fear

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I kick

And spin

And throwing my arms up

With a roar of jubilation

I announce to the empty room

And the surrounding crowd of walls

That I am the happy genius

Of my household

Dancing grotesquely without a care

While my wife and daughters are asleep