You never knew left feet till me.

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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