| Story ID: | 841 |
| Written by: | toni giarnese (bio, contact, other stories) |
| Story type: | Poem |
| Location: | new hartford ct us |
| Year: | 2006 |
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Dancing
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Dancing I look across the room and find you, head held high, learning what it means to hesitate, to move your feet the way a mason scores stone. With tentative steps you move in the line of direction, a touchstone between the joy and the fuss. Now your hand settles on mine. I whisper, we’re in this together. The tango buttons on us like an old sweater. A miracle, though some might call it common as a table covered in white linen. |
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