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Grey Sparrow Journal

Issue 30, July 31, 2017
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WALTZ

 

At college, my dress fell down

During a Viennese Waltz—

Not right off, just to my waist,

The bones of the corset too loose

About the corresponding bones of my ribs.

So there I was—topless—

Pressed against the damp

Shirt of a man I barely knew,

A good foot taller than me and avidly

Scanning the room for a path through the crowd.

Did anyone realize what had happened?
I think not. But I will never forget it—

That strange intimate embrace,

His cold buttons, our flying feet.

                       

                                                         Sam Grieve