the mating dance

Posted on by felicitydoyle Posted in Poetry, Writing

I have been dancing
across from you
several bar stools between yes and no
and “I think I’ve seen you here before.”
What’s the difference between us and a bird
flocking around,
cocking our heads side to side trying to see,
flapping gums instead of wings.

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