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Instructions for Dancing

I love it, when you sing to me.
          - Peter Gabriel, The Book of Love

The whole thing enigmatic.
You can hardly keep up
with inquiries, so you shift down, and begin recalibrating.
Her shoulders seduce,
their angularities the kind that sell.
Vendors arrive, and fishmongers.
Wine glasses mingle.
Her bracelets speak of other worlds.
And now you're crossing the street,
and she's asking . . . something?
Sit down on this bench, please, take a break, rewind the tape.
Meanwhile, The Life of Pi  in the park.

Martina Hoogland Ivanow