Dancing in the past


I tried to write a poem, about
“tiptoeing in the past”
because I liked the sounds
clicking
on
my
tongue.

But then I realized, I had one line I liked
– with nothing else to say,
I gave up.

Instead I’m left with an image of delicate feet,
flowly skirts,
soundlessly
leaving swirly prints
in the dust.

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