a dance

There was a man
Who taught me to dance
Taking the time to help
A clumsy woman feel better

We danced on the tile floor
Danced on an ash covered deck
Twirled on the streets of Reno
To smiles of passers by

He held me and we danced in a campground
A light touch on the wrist
Our feet in rhythm to whatever music
We heard.

We danced with our words
And not just our bodies
We danced in the darkness and in the light
We were there to catch each other

I can no longer dance
The music makes me weep
My feet and motions are clumsy again
I can’t feel the rhythm. Or anything at all.

~miss r

—- image by: JCH Digital Designs —

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