I dance


In the kitchen

To a different song, tune, and world

A dance of my own

 Eyes closed

Without an audience, except the cat

Sometimes, slow

In the dark

In my pajamas


Hair tossed about

Bonkers and bananas

But, professionally, in my dreams.


One comment on “”
  1. I love the way you had me caught up in the dance, even though it seemed like a private moment for you, you allowed me to share it.


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