Dancing LessonsA Chapter by Leap
My wife says I dance like a geriatric,
but a thing like that only makes me laugh. I suppose, when old, my moves will look the same. Elderly man in flamboyant shoes. --Velcro, missing laces-- Plentiful are the stronger hands outstretched, will offer her to waltz, but mine's the one she'll take time and time again. I'll dust my knees off and throw that cane down. Like a lost dog, I'll circle and twirl. With her, I'm free to wag my hips. I'll funnel us into heaps of twists as a fool who never learned his steps. Smiling as she does, slightly out of breath, sipping champagne, we bubble up. Buoyant from a brittle Dixie cup, she and I are at our best out in boogie on the floor. No matter how ridiculous, although I lack in her graciousness, she finds it easy to forgive me every time I step on her toes. © 2011 Leap |
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