The dance is not over

because the poem has not ended

but the message is lost in the music

and will not release its spirit to tango

 

A reflection waltzes

in the rippling mirror pool

constricting a throat

and swallowing pride.

 

The world watches this dream

through windows

as frustration reaches a calm pitch

and rises up to quiet the possibility.

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