Hully-Gully

by David Lewitzky

The Hully-Gully is a line dance with ten thousand steps.
Someone somewhere calls the steps
And no one knows what step it’s going to be.

Up The Temple Hill?
Cradle To The Grave?
Jacob’s Ladder? The Pilgrimage?

Hully-Gully seems to celebrate the stages of our lives:
The helter-skelter fast break steps,
The rite of passage drag race steps,

Firm of purpose steps, epidemic steps of lechery,
Faltering steps of resignation,
Steps of common sense despair.

Someone somewhere has to set the stage.
Someone somewhere has to call the tune.
There must be someone somewhere to tell us what comes next.

About the Author

As a young man, David Lewitzky studied with Charles Olson, whom he considers to be his “spirit father.” As a seventy-one year old retired social worker/family therapist, Lewitzky only recently resumed writing poetry after thirty-five years of silence—a span he calls a “purgatorial gap for sure.” His work has appeared in Nimrod, Red Wheelbarrow, River Oak Review and Mochila Review among others. "Hully-Gully" is from a book-length work in progress entitled Dream of Myself as the Non-Stop Dancing Master. Lewitzky is a resident of backwoods Buffalo, NY.

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