Begin to Dance

There is no legacy in these pages;
your heirloom is the fire in the wind.

Put the animals in the pen.
Put the monsters to bed.
Close the closet and
run the mice up the line.

It's party time,
so call the joggers in
and blow the trumpets of tomorrow.

Someone cut the cake;
someone raise the flags.

It's homecoming,
and we're going to have time
of our lives.