The music is beating loudly and strong,
Warm-up stretches, heads and shoulders sway,
Concentration reigns as dancers move along.
Exercise is a rhythm, it is the dancer’s way.
I see them in my imagination and dance along.
Fall forward, back, step to the rhythmic tide,
Jazz square, left back, forward, cross, and then,
Fluid movements, toe to heel, side to side,
The beat, a heartbeat, the essence of the art,
Arms reaching up, by the graceful they abide
In the motion of the dance, each plays a part.
I see them in the many musicals I have watched.
I love choreography, where movements coincide.
One more time, dancers continue, lacking strain.
As the music shifts in my memory you are near,
Toe to heel, side to side, the dance prevails,
You danced with me just once. The memory is dear.
Brush, lunge, and close, as the rhythm trails.
The choreography is exquisite, I sway along.
Step and cross, in front, in back, they glide,
I dance, jagged out of rhythm but I don’t refrain.
Large kicks follow, a one, and two, and three, and four,
Front, back, step, and cross, the dancers entwine,
Up, down, up, back,, the rhythm I seek to explore.
folding steps, in my imagination, connections define.
They dance in unison while I dance alone.
Touch toe to the side, in the dance, they confide
The music fades. I am dancing with you again.
WoPoLi 
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