Dancing (Half-marathon #2)

I feel the Vibration

Of bass and tamber echo

Through my bones

As I breathe in breaths of

Pink moscato.

With curtains open,

Open wide like blue

Caffeinated eyes,

The world can see us


Bare-legged and laughing.

There are passing eyes

Moving with the passing lights

Beneath the technicolor

That washes against the pavement,

But all I can feel

Is the smiling eyes

Of the moon.

She watches her



Daughters dance their way

Into the early dawn.


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