It's Still Life

She’s Dancing in Colombia

Hear the rhythm, the beat,
her feet are carried away
by the sway of his guitar.

Her skirt is full, in a swirl
of solar sails, and her
violet scent fills the air.

She loves kissing secrets.
She loves seducing his wit.
A blossom in morning rain,

and she’s still on her tiptoes,
a spin on her heels, a pose.
And we sat at the table saying,

It might’ve been us, once.
But her salsa is not for
the likes of rusty old wheels.

Written for Miz Quickly’s Day 28, image is Fernando Botero’s ”Dancing in Colombia”. Shared with #APoemADay on Twitter   ©Misky 2021