dance
Like Fred and Ginger
as they glide effortlessly
to the sushi bar.
Life is what ever kind of dance we want to make it. Turn the revolving door into a pirouette. The sprint from the car becomes Singing (and laughing) in the Rain.
I know all the dances except the Tango. Because that takes two.
Missed Connections are filled with good, bad, and dance’sing-haiku. Did you write one? Did you find one? Hey there cutes, before you put on those dancin’ boots, email the link to Lovelorn Poets! We’ll preserve those it-takes-two-me-and-you-syllables for all eternity.
