Monday, August 3, 2015

dancing

i could take dancing lessons.
but prefer not to.
it might win
over those who like to dance,
being out there
in new shoes, quick stepping
my way, or sashaying
across some polished
floor in synchronized
style and grace. perhaps
the salsa, or ballroom,
or the tango, but no.
i don't feel like dancing
anymore, i never did,
and when it happened
large quantities
of beer was involved,
and it was dark, the rooms
were smoky. perhaps a wedding
or reunion, but it had nothing
really to do with how well
one moved his feet.

1 comment:

sparrow said...

I recall an evening of dancing by a pool, celebrating with friends and food, knowing that a private dance lurked somewhere in the wee hours of the night.