Colin Gilbert

(April 25 / Overton, Texas)

Dance Lessons


Do you remember when we were songs?
We twirled in lawns and streets
arms outspread
believing
one day
we would find rhythm in another's face.

I had feet once
glorious feet.
I traded them for wounds
and stories. I was writing
hymns
the day I asked your name
and singing.

You want
spinning like a pinwheel.
You live for wind.
Unsteady I
will learn your dance.
Do not expect me
to forget my psalms.

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Submitted: Tuesday, April 09, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, March 12, 2014

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This poem was originally published by The Legendary. It also appears in The Mattress Parlor, Colin's first full-length collection of poetry.

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