Dancer of the Shoe Poem

Dancer of the shoe poem
I trip over your shoestrings,
your train, dress, or gown.
I keep walking with a beat,
you are missing a step,
let me take you where
the rhythm is in tune,
do the ghosts of the night step
together, take your slippers away-
move right, slightly left,
back up one, half step.
Dancer of the shoe poem,
it is my duty
to take you away
to a red clover love pasture
away from the hotels,
hippy beads and disco dancing
fill your world with yellow daisies
abandon the empty beer bottles,
buy one last sip of strawberry wine.
Thank you for this dance.

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Michael Lee Johnson lived ten years in Canada during the Vietnam era. Today he is a poet, freelance writer, photographer who experiments with poetography (blending poetry with photography), and small business owner in Itasca, Illinois, who has been published in more than 750 small press magazines in 26 countries. He edits 7 poetry sites. Michael is the author of The Lost American: From Exile to Freedom (136 pages book), several chapbooks of poetry, including From Which Place the Morning Rises, Challenge of Night and Day, and Chicago Poems. He also has over 69 poetry videos on YouTube.

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