Dance LessonsDo you remember when we were songs? We twirled in lawns and streets arms outspread believing one day we would find rhythm in another's face. I had feet once glorious feet. I traded them for wounds and stories. I was writing hymns the day I asked your name and singing. You want spinning like a pinwheel. You live for wind. Unsteady I will learn your dance. Do not expect me to forget my psalms. ... This poem was originally published by The Legendary. It also appears in The Mattress Parlor (Scribble Fire Press, 2011), Colin's first full-length collection of poetry. |
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