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12 November 1996

my silver Dancing shoes

The one regret I ever had in my life is that
I never put on a pair of tap-dancing shoes.
Oh how glorious that would have been;
silver dancing shoes with a leather buckle.
The first tap would have been the scariest,
knowing how awkward it always was for me to dance.
Maybe that is why I was afraid to try some on.
But after that I would have surely ventured a second tap.

The third picks me up by my ankles --
floating, sliding, dancing.
Right toe gives a staccato tap,
left heel down and holds me for a moment.
Click them together as I lift off again --
spinning, twisting, turning.
Four successive quarter notes,
a soft pause as I slowly descend again.

Once I had a dream that I was walking down a cobbled stone road.
And there was a man with a basket.
He was sitting quietly on the side of the road.
"What have you got inside of your basket, old man," I said.
"Only a pair of silver dancing shoes with a leather buckle," he said.
"Oh. That is rather neat," I said.
And in my dream I sat down next to him,
and we started wiping the dirt off of my feet.

 forgotten memories   of being burned at the stake   sweet dreams   sharing   hand-in-hand   the stranger   hidden courtyards   holding You   princess   happy day   loneliness   fragile, handle with care   my small trip to the cement factory   dedication   this record is for You   the day that I cried   Last night I woke up under my bed.   my silver Dancing shoes   Man my heart tears.   the three things   strait jackeght   like you   abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz   Fire cooks me   Princess Alexandra:  A Little Story   cats up cat twice   sweet rain water   little children   my heart   How blind I am in wooden glasses.   I know she's crying cause it stains her voice,   Dear Family,   I pound at my heart   We run away from the ice cream truck   purple sunset   J. Elephant   so i walk up to you with this   the Soul queen   so, you say that i do not speak   window   dear sweet old Ordinary   i am a Harp