I‘ve not yet lost
my ability to stomp
nor have I lost my appreciation
for that particular word
that feels on the tongue
so much like
the action it describes.

Just came back
from walking through
some thawing snow —
snow that especially clings
to what’s worn on the feet.

I did a stomping dance
on our hall way rug —
did more than I needed to
because of the pleasure.

If you’d been there
you would have enjoyed
the motions I employed
and might have joined me
regardless of your need
for stomping
because of a need for laughing

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