the dance

 

 

 

between Drake,

Black JUJU nihilism,

Grace Slick and Ringo,

I launch into a merengue -

drag my feet across the wooden dance floor

with my left hand skyward to balance me

and call it 'getting down'.

A person approaches

wanted to dance,

an inhabitant of some

pasture land perhaps.

a lover of coconut milk

and raw sugar cane

chewed until the husk

litters the half night.

Then the feathered filled noon.

"You want to dance with me"

he asks as if body parts were

the only solution to the soul?

 

then reaches out his fingertips,

a mercy

for those who only shadowbox in

negative

with tapes of p90x,

a seventy something year old Jane Fonda

and a paresthesia Shawn Tigue

rapid eye movement.

 

"Sure do", I reply.

Reviews

[W.k.kortas]

This is more visual (to this sad hack's way of thinking, anyhow) than much of your writing, but striking in its winsomeness and warmth without a hint of the cloying, and that's you all over.

[h d e rushin]

thank you wk and good morning to you.....I love the word "visual"../ dana

[Lisa A from Colorado]

Suggest on line 9, wanting to dance instead of wanted, to keep it all in the same tense.

I read it out loud and enjoyed it, but I'm afraid I don't know much about critiquing poetry.

[h d e rushin]

I think you know quite a bit about critiquing poetry.....if it makes you think about it, it's actually done it's job.....Thank you my friend...I have some good friends in Denver. Is it snowing there yet....dana

[Lisa A from Colorado]

The weather is too cold in the mornings and too hot in the afternoons :)