Dance
By
John I. Blair
Dance,
Dance,
Dance . . .
I feel the dance
In my clumsy limbs
As the music throbs and sings
But don’t want to be a clown.
I can’t find the movements,
The grace, the confidence;
Some brain link is missing,
Or some experience
That turns mental
Terpsichore
Into gettin’ down.
©2004 John I. Blair
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