In my dancing disco days
I wore a silver lame shirt,
drank gin and tonic, and smoked
Newport Light 100s.
I had three left feet–
the third, my soul,
didn’t dance any better
than the other two.
I can dance
in a garden or while reading.
Dancing doesn’t require legs.
Coke fizz, it bubbles up.
Kenneth Pobo
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Kenneth Pobo, age 65, lives in Media, Pennsylvania. He is a professor of creative writing and English at Widener University in Pennsylvania.
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