two to tango

with the frightening

full length

needle

held up

to the silvery

hospital light,

the elixir of cortisone

is shot

deep inside the soft

tissue

of the knees making

me want

to dance again.

but only for a short while,

the relief is welcome

but ephemeral, like

most good things.

maybe i'll give a go

to the twist,

the monkey,

the limbo

or the mashed potatoes

to name just

a few of the dances

i'm still capable of doing.

but can we save

the tango for later, dear.

that is if you're

still in the mood.