Dance Alone

Hour 14 – 7:00 PM


Desperado sang through my lungs.

A desperate melody is what we hum.

Shy shadows develop a friendly conversation.

A tune, a song. Something to hang on.

A four part harmony to get things hung.

Light sway with a walk towards the door.

Walk in an 8 step count, then back once more.

I’m Tango dancing with my shadow and the midnight floor.

– J.C.  ©




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