Those Dancers

I’ve taken to my bed,

not by choice but to avoid

the dance-off in the living room.

I settle in and what do I see

 but bright birds of red and blue,

and birds of lesser color too, 

 line dancing on the porch’s rail.

Perhaps it’s time I rouse myself,

and join all those who

find a way to dance.

 

                                                                                                     JDG

This entry was posted in poetry.

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