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Poetry by Robert Scott 

    

 

 

© 1998  Robert Scott

 

 

 

COTILLION

 

I witnessed the Dance of the Streets

the other day on Fifth Avenue.

Two young warriors

approached each other,

            strutting,

muscular arms

swinging,

broad shoulders

swaying,

on a collision course with a showdown...

verbal, or worse.

 

They closed the distance, impact imminent,

neither looking at the other,

neither acknowledging the other.

 

I watched, held my breath,

awaiting the inevitable...

 

At the last

            possible

                        second

they each turned slightly,

as though choreographed,

just enough

            to pass

                        without

                                    touching...

still not looking,

still not acknowledging,

but sensing,

            knowing,

                        respecting.

 

The Dance of the Streets

ain't for the faint of heart,

ain't for the timid, ain't for punks.

 

The Dance of the Streets

            ain't for this boy.

                    

 

 

 

 


 

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