A Waltz Made For One

Through the kitchen glass

I saw you waltzing in your vest and dress shirt

in the field out in front of our house

your form was, as always, impeccable

your right leg stepping between an unseen pair of feet

years ago

when you were still being referred to as


our parents

cheeks rosied by cocktails

might have been porch witnesses

to this sort of thing

at one point

our eyes met

and I could tell you knew nothing of pity

so I envied you.

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4 thoughts on “A Waltz Made For One

  1. Cubby says:

    Very evocative. So much condensed into so little. Excellent poem. Reowr!

  2. Miranda Stone says:

    I love this poem, Ian. It’s beautifully written.

  3. that’s great to hear, miranda. I’m so glad you liked it.

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