We dance across wet grass to Steely Dan.
We slip, back slide, and pirouette again
to the sounds of summer in a sultry town,
to rhythms lost to boogie-woogie blues.
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recently posted poems by alan reynolds
We dance across wet grass to Steely Dan.
We slip, back slide, and pirouette again
to the sounds of summer in a sultry town,
to rhythms lost to boogie-woogie blues.
oh yes, beautiful gem, Alan!
groetjes, Francina
Thanks, Francina!
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