June 13, 2019Poem
Dance lightly
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Dance lightly
Glide across the kitchen
One two three
Spin on the balls of your feet
The stone floor
Newly washed
A ballroom
The sheen of it catching
The light from
A solstice sun
Bleeding through
The half closed blind
Turn in a full circle
She is in silhouette
Edged with fire
A total eclipse
Lasting for
Just one heartbeat
Until she disappears
Curling into steam
From the coffee pot
Bubbling on the hob
A strange music
Sinatra for breakfast
Leftover
From the early hours
The whisky
No longer in the bottle
No Joe in the joint
To set ‘em up
Not quite hungover
But one more
Cup of coffee
Will kickstart
The morning
Before the music ends
And silence
Creeps out from the shadows
Behind the toaster
Not Excalibur
Just a butter knife.