One Last Dance
My life has been a series of dances: The birth canal twist The burp the baby tango The nanny-propelled carriage kick The hurry, flurry knee crawl The first-step wobble The playground promenade The ocean wave hokey pokey The snow day prance The green mile walk on the first day of school The Cinco de Mayo Hat Dance The Junior High Friday night-grinding The high school backseat ballet The college dorm seductions The one-knee proposal The very first gambol as Mr. And Mrs. Which led to The bending over backward The half-hearted apology The turning away at night which led to the last waltz of divorce which led to the post-marriage rumble and the choreography of the kids who never wanted the music to end Which led to new partners and having to re-learn old moves which led once again to the first-step wobble which in time became as refined as those recurring dreams where everyone you’ve loved and lost suddenly appear on the floor of your haunted ballro...