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poetry friday: the dance.

Here’s an original for Poetry Friday (held at Big A little a).


Tonight we danced —
No music
No dance floor
No heels

We danced through the ritual
of bedtime
Each knowing the moves
Each adjusting to the ever-changing rhythm

Catching a brief glance
of him

over a child’s head
And my heart swooned

All over again.

Ruth Ayres View All

Unhurried. Finding the magic in the middle of living. Capturing a life of ridiculous grace + raw stories.

4 thoughts on “poetry friday: the dance. Leave a comment

  1. Hi Ruth,

    Thanks for sharing. What a beautiful way to think of “dancing.” Looking forward to having you back next week. You were missed.:)



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