The best poems avoid eye contact.
Just before you find their rhythm or catch their direction,
they dance away and you watch their beauty leaving
you full of wanting
wishing you knew the steps
hoping you might keep up
wondering where they led
leaving you to tap your feet,
missing every third or fourth beat,
kidding yourself that you too
could be sliding, shuffling
and maybe grasping the sway,
but they dance away and you stay,
while your eyes follow.
Heres to finding plenty of poems that dance this year.
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