In times of uncertainty,
always the old,
good word of
one foot in front of
the other.
Right foot.
Left foot.
right foot, left.
I'm pigeon toed in the
space between.
Tripped up without a strong footing.
My two left feet,
make me a sorry
dance partner.
Shakes with no direction.
Hips brimming with
good wishes.
Heart always like
a pair of high heels,
too tall for me to master.
Wish I didn't ruin the number.
Wish I didn't take the sweet song,
and make it a strange and unwelcome
track.
Never wanted my weak rhythms
to throw
dissonance
into your tune.
I ruined the dance floor.
Failed pirouettes.
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