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Image / Saeid Anvar |
Dancing
She was never in the mix
of things. Really.
Not here and not there.
She was never the one
others gravitated toward,
or one from which they
walked away.
She was just there.
Or here. In the mix
by default, or
at the edges.
Until the music started
thumping and bumping.
Then, one might say,
she was the mix as the
chords and keys
electrified her nerves.
Yes, vibrated all around
her like an aura, until the
last note was played.
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Tina Hudak |
Tina Hudak is a writer-artist in the Washington, D.C. area. She has works included in The Library of Congress and the Harvard Art Library, as well as small press publications in the U.S. and overseas. Visit TinaOpines and A Blue Bunny Studio on WordPress.
Your poem made me smile, Tina!
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