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Poem for May Day
Tony Brown

The dance is simple:
two-step
from bed to work,
work to couch,
couch
to bed, bed
to work...

On weekends
we might break into a brief waltz:
bed to chores or play to bed
to church to chores or couch
to bed,

but always
we come back to
bed to work,
work to couch,
couch
to bed, bed
to work...

There was a movie once
I never saw
about dance marathons. It was called
"They Shoot Horses, Don't They?"
I was a kid but I remember the trailer
showed couples draped and struggling
on each other while dulled music dragged them
around a dark floor and
I remember I thought it was strange
because dancing was supposed to be fun,
wasn't it?