waltz April 5, 2017 just writing / Monkeys in the Attic The melody plays. It calls. Without thinking, she does the dance. One-two-three One-two-three The same steps in the same order. It’s a loop. It’s a rut. Previous Poststaying where you are is still a choice Next Postmonkey progression Leave a Reply Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *CommentName* Email* Website Save my name, email, and site URL in my browser for next time I post a comment. Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.