The liquor store
Was as dark as Aladdin’s cave
And you could hear the hum
Of the many machines
That cooled down the Cokes

surrender your wings
– be more dandelion

there’s no telling where
a beneficial wind may blow

Janet McCann taught creative writing at Texas A&M from 1969 until 2015 and is now Professor Emerita there. […]

now, here, the Italian woman
shakes the sheet before hanging it
over her high railing,
and a few drops reach me
in the street below. She calls down
an apology

The face was that of a sad man who had endured pain but had happily survived it.  It had made him at once tough and humble.  Blurry, yes.  Pockmarked, true.  But sturdy and solid with a smirk that bordered on a sneer that seemed to say “you never got me!”

“All you need is what you have.  Work it.”

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It was then that I realized that though I’d never dance for a living… I would always be a Dancer.