The music starts.
Yet feet don’t move.
Or even shuffle in tandem.
There is a silent wait.
To dance.
To be free.
Together.
First moves and leads
unsure and unknown.
Waiting to dance.
The music continues.
I stand still.
Waiting.
4.17.2011
The music starts.
Yet feet don’t move.
Or even shuffle in tandem.
There is a silent wait.
To dance.
To be free.
Together.
First moves and leads
unsure and unknown.
Waiting to dance.
The music continues.
I stand still.
Waiting.
4.17.2011
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