meeting me on the street.
you almost seem happy now.
i'm taking dancing lessons
i tell her.
three nights a week.
i show her a few steps,
tapping my new shoes
on the sidewalk, then
spinning around to a non
existent beat.
oh my, she says. can you
do the moon walk?
i laugh, does a chicken
lay eggs, and i give her that.
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