Poetry

Poem: Last Dance

By Michael Mogel

An ancient rhythm
a ritual that defies time
like dancing the Argentine Tango.

A frozen face
like a mask
hiding the fear of death.

The touch of another
invading a stream of movement.
The tune is always her own melody
played on a one way street with a dead end sign.

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