she was a Radio City
Musical Hall dancer.
one of those high
kicking babes
in red stockings
that they bring out for
the holidays.
i had a front row ticket
and we caught each other's eye
as she stood
arm in arm, with the other girls.
kicking their legs
in the air.
she winked, i winked.
admittedly
it was all about the legs.
we met after the show.
hit it off and eventually
got married.
trouble was. she had nothing.
no cooking skills,
was mediocre in the love
making department,
and refused to get a real job.
i'm a dancer, she'd say.
God gave me a gift, and
that's what i do.
plus she smoked and drank.
but damn,
those legs kept us together
for years,
sadly though,
she eventually developed
some varicose veins,
her knees got sort of knobby
and she injured her meniscus.
so her career ended.
i think about her sometimes
around the holidays
and wonder what she's up to.
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