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.
Earth Tourist
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.
Earth Tourist 
oh yes, beautiful gem, Alan!
groetjes, Francina
Thanks, Francina!
I love this!
I am glad to hear this. Thanks for reading and for telling me.