her feet are moving
it is a vigorous kind of dance step
that flows up and down and across
the lines that mark the squares
that are the linoleum on the kitchen floor
my grandparents house
had a verandah and a view
that looked down upon the city
and over the twinkling lights
that meant brisbane to me
when I was small
the verandah was enclosed in glass
I used to glide away the hours
with the elvis broom and my reflection
each night I danced above the city
I was happy
she leans herself against me
feet rapping a tattoo
they move out as she slides down
come back as she stands higher
as a young girl she liked to dance
above brisbane
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The Tales of Faust poetry page can be found at:
http://www.hotkey.net.au/~flp/F_index.htm
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