Page 23 - just saying....
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red shoes
the city unfolded and woke up at nine pm.
I twirled my red and black dance shoes,
a milonga in Buenos Aires,
couples moving to the melancholic
music of Argentine tango.
that morning in the heart of the city,
these delicious dance shoes,
red and black, heels a little
too high but the price right.
that night I wore them
with black mesh stockings,
and yes, the shoes or the stockings
did attract a few invitations,
especially one from my
favorite Milonguero
who moved with me
in close embrace
in a magical tango. 
