Do My Parents Dance?

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    Do My Parents Dance?

    I never saw them dance.
    They made love but, did they dance?
    I saw their shadows, but did they dance?
    My parents danced anger: their own shadow dance.
    I hid from their dance.
    Basketball, baseball, hockey, skiing,
    Treehouse,
    The woods,
    A book,
    The creek, the lake, the boat,
    Always with my dog.
    They hid too, she in the bottle, he in his chair - asleep.
    We survived.
    She died in peace: she did her work.
    He died in pain: he retired from work.
    I am doing my work and some of theirs.
    I dance.
    I hear the drum.
    I dance with my shadows and some of theirs.
    I dance with my parents.
    They dance.

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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