Poem 61

I dance again, drink the more, again
continue this dance from 2011
dogear Rumi
age him to death
young we were when we began

Rumi, we danced
with so many poets
that brief age –
Borges, Bukowski, Frost and Neruda
Eliot, Crane & Crane, Hart and Steven
Lisel and Louise, Emily, Mrs. Parker
Edna, Anna, Thea, Kat and Anita . . .
so many dancing with words
muses in disparate rhythms gyrating
I grow dizzy with memory
lost in maelstroms of time
while stumbling feet
try to step me rhythmic
across hardwood floors

dm pitchford 12/27/23