Posted by: Ron DuBour | May 15, 2016

Dance~by Paul F. Lenzi





“Washed Away Memories” by luccain

there’s a dance in her feet
lively music in residence
under her skin
fingers snapping and
tapping out tempo
on air drums
hips rolling with shoulders
that bounce to the beat

yet to casual
passing observers

she sits still as stone
between utterly quiet
steel arms of a chair
set on wheels
with the hint of a smile
at the thought of a
poodle skirt twirling round
rhythms remembered


  1. thank you for sharing my poem with your readers

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