We Dance

Our fool was no longer fueled
De-tooled we thought

As we played straight into
Our own hands.

We were beyond the bonds we sang about
As we bumped along without
Exhaust.

We must locate the reserve tank
I think.
I seem to be running on an emptiness...
Perhaps we need to reignite for a night
Or two
Our memories of the fool.

You bring the music.
I'll supply the laughter.

Much later we might dance.





Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2008-10-22 at 01:40

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Kathy Lockhart
you have a nice metaphorical way of poetically presenting your message. well done.
2008-10-22