Posts Tagged ‘dancing’




and suddenly I’m singing

in the cereal aisle,

unable to turn the music up

and dancing anyway—

the words spin me

like old friends,

My older self looks back

at me and says,

that’s right,

move it sister

while you still hear

the music, while you still

can dance.

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One Missing



dancing alone

in the kitchen—

when a memory

steps on my foot

I rush to kiss it

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