A LIFETIME OF DANCE
My life has been
A series of dances
The contortion of birth
The late-night sway in a strong pair of arms
The pram-escorted air kick
Where rubbery feet
Broadway tapped along the cloud covered floor
of the passing sky
The hurry, flurry crawl
Which was greeted by an avalanche of invisible roses
The first step wobble
The handheld promenades
The flirtation with waves
The welcoming of snow
The green mile stroll on the first day of school
The years later Spring Festivals
Where it felt thrilling to
Move with partners
Whose dresses rustled like department store tissue paper
And ponytails pranced in the wind
There was so much more
The Junior High Friday night-grinding
The High School backseat tango
The college dorm seductions
The one-knee proposal
The very first gambol as Mr. And Mrs.
Which led to
The ballet of the bending over backward
The extraction of concessions
The half-hearted apologies
The turning away when you knew it was over
And now all that is left
Is the calligraphy of remorse
And the lone wolf howl of despair
Until one day
In the first-born hours of the morning
The ghost
Of someone who you have lost and loved
Maybe your mom
Or perhaps your dad
Will rise like a mystery
From the mystery steam of the shadows
And offers you a hand
For one last dance.
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