2026-04-07 13:42 UTC
SLEDGEHAMMER WALTZ
To grandmother's house we go,
into the huge night
tarnished under the yellow silver
of a waxing moon.
The heart walks with us,
keeping the cadence
of the iambs of the I AM.
Waltzing, Maltida.
Some virtuoso is playing piano
with a sledgehammer,
the bass register coming up
through the dance floor
like elephants talking from miles away.
(#poem continues, two more stanzas)
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@tinydoctor@mstdn.social 2026-04-07 13:43
Like a woman doing the tango we stride backward into future. Dancing as fast as we can. Dancing in somebody else's red shoes. Dancing with the devil in the pale moonlight… Dancing all the way to grandmother's house pursued by the sledgehammer beats of our own and only heart. #poetry