Day (118): Dance

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    Dance

 

The boy laughed at her.
And he was a boy
though he filled a man’s body,
like boredom can fill a day.

I don’t like your dancing.

And she smiled as she
twirled and cavorted
on the grass in the sun.

Then it’s lucky I’m not dancing for you.

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