A Morning Dance

I see her every morning at the gym

And because I’ve never tried to talk to her

We’ve become friends

 

I stood aside for her to enter the gym this morning;

She aimed a friendly smile at me as she walked by –

An exchange of manners

 

So much social interaction seems to be

Knowing the steps,

Rather than knowing any words

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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