TRUTH OF TANGO
SO MANY STORIES
we weave between
the traffic of ideas
gridlocked.Bike rider
thoughts
slip between the parked
stalled
absorb into our
consciousness
as rocks thrown into a
stream
skim along the surface
/until they fall
from the weight of a
gravity we deny.Why-
she danced her fresh tango
/light as feather
Died when an unknown hand
stole her flight
Now we are left with an
accused and a loss
that can only be answered
by the kiss and caress
of a tango ,young as
tonight
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