… And in between walks
Solitude stands alone
On its toes
It is a fight
With the steps
Not taken
It is the look
That sees inside
And not beyond
Skirts with ruffles
Wrap
Around that fight
Like a summer rain
When walking on the beach
Alone
… And between walks
Shoulders carry
The tired tempo
Of rejection
PS/ I took this
photo of street Tango dancers in Barcelona with a 1969 Nikon F.
July 19, 2020
© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2020
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