Poetry Blogs (Post Romantic Bop)

photo credit: Bill Cottman 

I USED TO DANCE

I knew

I’d better learn to dance

I never knew how much was required

Or how long the music would last

I didn’t know how to catch

A segue before being trapped

On a dance floor or

Lost in drumbeats and bass lines

I used to dance… or

There was a dance

I used to do

There was a time

I used to dance the electric slide

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