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two left feet
he admitted: ‘I have two left feet.’
he wanted to know if that would be a problem
‘since I love to dance.’
I confided in my daughter: ‘he has two left feet.’
‘you can teach him to dance’, she said. ‘move with him.’
I told him ‘I need to see your two left feet first.’
on my way to Etne for a labor day retreat,
I met him at the Eastern Promenade park.
he was holding a book on Buddhism,
standing very tall, very thin; baggy corduroy pants,
clean shaven, smiling through glasses, sun on his bald head.
Chinese restaurant facing the ocean with seagulls flying above,
we ordered noodles, shared spring rolls.
waves for backbeat, in unison we travelled back and forth
on the dirt path.
