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January 27, 2005

Tango #56

The music won't take no for an answer tonight
It is grabbing us by our hair, our feet
Shaking us awake
Insistent, demanding our full attention, saying
"Listen! There is only this moment.
Come dance. Come now."
It wraps its mesmerizing arms around us
And begins to teach us why we have ears and arms
And what feet were created for.
Caught in this torrential downpour,
We are washed away in a flash flood of tango,
Carried miles from where we began
Rinsed clean of all traces of our former selves
Eyes shining
Wearing silly little smiles on our feet
Wide awake at last.

The Secret Diaries of Sonia D'Angel

Posted by Sharon at January 27, 2005 09:41 PM

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