Get ready to dance

Throw your gun in the lake

Surrender your angst to the volcano

Release your hate into the storm

Toss your insecurity in the fire

Cast your doubts into the wind

Add your old habits to the compost

Abandon your war-lust to the depths of the sea

Fling your old shoes over the power-line

And get ready to dance a barefoot jig

The band has arrived

And there are two fiddlers!
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This is a type of poem that relies on a template for an idea, where all I do is repeat the verb, or paraphrase the action of, in this case, letting go of or releasing something - whatever it is that we need to let go of - until the last two lines, which break the pattern. I wasn't happy with it until I realized that the band had two fiddlers and then I pictured the fiddlers playing the same melody in tandem and, after a while taking turns with solos, and conjuring some excitement. This is a poem for ushering in a new year. I see the week between Xmas and New Years as full of light and hope and, if possible, joy. Not of a religious nature necessarily. It's just part of who we are, embedded in our DNA. The light is returning! The darkness, receding. Let us open to new possibilities!