After the Dance

After the dance she

carried the strappy

pink heels back to

our car, walking on

the warm evening

path high and happy

barefoot as if among 

cotton clouds; and

later she wore them

in our bedroom,

and we danced so

close and hard that 

she broke a heel.

 

(Julian O’Dea)

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