The Limping Waltz

There is dust on the old vinyl disk and,
although the needle is back in the groove,
the music still hisses
and pops
and skips a beat now and then –
the dirt disrupting the dance.

2 comments:

Andrea Dawn said...

Wow, I love it, Letitia! Few words, rich with depth and meaning.

Letitia Minnick said...

Thanks Andrea! A couple of friends have called my style of writing "snapshot poetry" because it is usually condensed - addressing a single moment, experience or emotion. I guess you could say I take my pictures with words. ;)

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