A Dance Poem by Phil Soar

A Dance



Pick up the garnished litter,
scattered on the ballroom floor
and dance the polka one more time,
before you close the door
tap your feet to a melody
that is vividly entranced
and leave the ballroom happily
knowing that you danced

Saturday, February 28, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: dancing
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