I’ve always been a fan of the dance formally known as “banter”.
A little soft shoe, perhaps some Charleston, ending with the foxtrot.
A complimentary partner.
Constantly one step ahead, contemplating my next move.
A witty exchange, embodying all of Chess’ pieces.
Reserving, the key components for the ultimate finale.
As we simultaneously bow our heads, and the curtain, falls.
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For a moment as I read I thought of Donna Summers, Let's Dance for love, but your piece is still a great write.
Thank you.
I'll do a soft shoe routine to "Me and my shadow". I'm a little old for the Charlestown. Would only last a minute, if that. Did lots of musical theater in the past. This was a delightfully refreshing poem. Kudos.
Thank you. It was completely metaphorical. The exchange or the dance, I reference is banter. The verbal ping-pong
Very cool!
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