I don't dance.
For one, I was born with two left feet
and two, all my adult life I have been surrounded by superbly trained and talented professional dancers
so, no , I don't dance
except
this evening, as I was finishing my meal and a bottle of cheap wine
the radio played a particularly enchanting version of Greensleeves, counter tenor and guitar
and I got up
and I danced
and the dogs went into hiding and the birds stopped chirping
but this was a moment between me and my half blind, tone deaf and one legged muse
and we danced.
It may never happen again.
We had our dance.
Everybody should have their dance.
And this was our moment.
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