My beloved read Ibsen in college, unlike me. He told me the name of the dance in The Doll's House. I have always read a lot, but somehow missed Ibsen. I knew the squirrels were dancing a wild dance, converting the backyard into one massive dance floor.
Ibsen
Was never part
Of the literature I read
In college
Or after.
I watch the squirrels
Chase each other
In the backyard.
It is a wild dance
Across the lawn,
The jumps from tree
To tree,
Branch to branch.
Even though Ibsen
Was never part
Of what I read,
It strikes me
That the squirrels
Are involved
In the tarantella,
And I,
I get to watch.
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