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A Dance In The February Sun.

(For Stephanie Kerr.)

You danced for me, although I never asked you too.

I still think that afternoon was extraordinary and made

our friendship what it is today, built on a foundation

of responsibility of thirty years rather than destroyed

in half a minute as I bumbled around,

fumbled, stupid boy like attempt to ask you out and to dance

for a month or two.

You have known suffering, ordeals in which

I can now only offer a long distance shoulder

but one that has always been there and as we were both outsiders