Friday, June 17, 2022

One Last Tango


one by one our feelings line up like

notes on a page of sheet music...

played in three-quarters time rather

than six-eights...  we dance to the

day and to the evening and to anything

that strikes our fancy as long as it is

not the tango...  especially the last

one in Paris...   we fetch our friends

from around the corner and the rest

of the neighborhood in order to do

our due diligence when it comes to

making those improvements to keep

out the riff-raff...  tea time comes to

Britain about the same time we drift

into REM leaving our machines in 

the closest as they have not been

cleaned in ages...  we were the first to

strike out on our own and the last to

find our way but we never gave up

and never splurged on a meal unless

it was the midday one on Sundays.


3 June 2022

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