Barefoot
he dances
bottle in hand
He two~steps his way through the house
Blue jeans chalk dusted
with finger prints
finger tipped
like stained glass
glimmer in sunlight reflected from the window
Barefoot
still dancing
to his own private orchestra
playing inside his head
Dreaming tranquility sighs
happily he smiles
bottle in hand much lighter than when he began
Time to open a new one
Still barefoot
still dancing
Another bottle in hand
Dreaming tranquility sighs
Searching behind his eyes
a partner
to dance with
barefoot.
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