Treasure Island

Mike Acker


Tango In The Air


One cool, summer evening
I turned the corner into Granville
from Georgia Street, and suddenly,
there was Tango music in the air.

There were couples dancing,
and twirling, and swaying,
and there was tango
in the street.

Then, I thought I saw you
across from me, and the music
drew us close so we danced
in the middle of this street
to the tango music in the air.

When the music died down,
I opened my eyes, and you were gone.
I stayed where I was, in the middle
of the street till the Tango music
came back on.

I looked for you, but, of course,
you were never there.
So, I got off the street,
sat on a bench and just listened
to the tango music in the air.

I just listened and watched others
dance,
and twirl,
and sway.

Submitted: Monday, September 30, 2013
Edited: Sunday, November 24, 2013

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