Dream Dance

Exerpt, "Two Ghosts",

from the poem:

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A PHOTOGRAPH OF OCEAN BEACH

.....I'm thinking of myself,

of slipping into my yellow tee shirt,

jeans sitting low,

dancing with everyone, but mostly alone.

Of tasting a coke

and licking a lemon.

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Of wading across the floor

at the Sea Turtle Bar, my shoes disappearing

in a blaze of purple strobes,

my bare feet lifting in levitation

to Jumping Jack Flash.

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Of knowing the time is close

to winding down the dance,

and I have to go back to my life

past the door where the children sleep.

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The next words I say will be in sunshine,

and a beach with umbrellas

might calm my edgy spirit

till the night again takes me and the music

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a downbeat away from The Dead,

or a short glide from home.