Dances For Who?

That night Luna

wore a cloud like a robe

I exposed my grandiosity,

believing at first

the dance was for me.

No silly!

Clearly for Sol only

this performance.

As if I had stumbled

into my parent’s bedroom

at the worst moment,

blushing, I turned

and rushed back inside.

8 thoughts on “Dances For Who?

  1. Wonderful photo, Richard, and I remember that feeling and the sheer embarrassment of walking into my parents’ bedroom at the worst possible time, too. A perfect image for this poem.

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