waltz, fox trot, square dance

Another night away from/with you
I stare across crowds of faces
At that opened quietness.
Behind your wearied eyes
Lies
Hidden by a song
Whispered into the night
A micro phoneme
I muse at how we’ve arrived
As actors on separate stages
Seething in fateless dreams
Dance we
Dance we
Shuffle
Shuffle
Dance
We on.

1981

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