Dance Lessons - Poem by Colin Gilbert
Do you remember when we were songs?
We twirled in lawns and streets
we would find rhythm in another's face.
I had feet once
I traded them for wounds
and stories. I was writing
the day I asked your name
spinning like a pinwheel.
You live for wind.
will learn your dance.
Do not expect me
to forget my psalms.
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