NaPoWriMo #19

phantom dancers                     a spiral
we laughed and spun       so close
don’t stop
so close to Something
don’t stop

and they stopped

the rush fell cold       disappointed
a ritual carried on     motions
a connection missed

now I go to watch little dancers
my daughter spins,
not remembering the Temple
or young friendships slipping into past

I ponder giving it another go
but I know
the connection missed.

© 2013 Robin A. Sams

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