Line Dancing

Sometimes what appears to be one thing is actually another.

It's not really a secret ... a little surprise, maybe ... but not really a secret. There's a reason that I'm treading carefully with this introduction. I don't want to give away the surprise.

Perhaps I've already said too much.

Some of you will have figured out what the surprise is. I hope that doesn't spoil your reading of the poem.

And now, before I give it all away, here's the poem:

LINE DANCING

Movement trickles

along the line,

rising, billowing,

falling, undulating.

Dancers pause,

regroup, aligned.

Tentatively they

resume swaying,

echoing the moves.

Legs flick, snap,

arms reach, fall,

then reach again.

The line quivers,

flutters and flaps.

Sagging, it rests;

itinerant breezes

have glided away

to other laundry.

© 1998

(originally published in Moose Bound Press)

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Today's word: swaying

Oh ... I forgot to mention ... a new installment of "Squiggles and Giggles" has been posted. Hope you'll take a look.