November 2, 1998

One-two-three

Deaf feet step awkwardly late,
beating a hasty retreat with little regret
While others more nimble and committed
arrive none too soon

Wild woman housewife painting the town
for five minutes of spontineity
Surprised mother of one, gone before
she was ever even there

And one
Timid, but not.
Unsure and hesitant and forgiving
And holding something back
Putting on a good show
For somebody,
But who?

Touch and go
Touch and don't
And never make a step for good or ill
And in the process
Never get anywhere
Without even trying
And walk away with shoues louder than usual