Varnished pine floor pitted and gouged.
Heel lifts, flaunting abrasions, white
scratches on light brown. Almost new.
Twist the ankle, turn. Broad square
hand clasps a blue sequined back.
They are comically mismatched, her head
level with his chest. A one man band:
tune for a tango. Furrowed brow --
no self-conscious stage smile --
absent audience, concentration plays
across his face. His gaze fixates on
his black patent toes; hers are clad
in midnight satin. The pair grow
across the room, tree trunk and orchid. Zoom
around on a lazy susan. Together they
suggest something edible -- ruffled confection of sweat
and steps taught with kindness, patience and grace.
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