After the new banners fell down on the floor of our "winter" home for tango in Clarks Summit I decided to write my poem to Juan- just to take my mind off the 50 more times up the 8' ladder.
For JUAN- A Reponse
Juan dances a tango- a tango with words
The sound circles around in his head until the last note
When you observe his pen, the tip suddenly stops- a parada- and his eyes close
Partially in thought and sometimes thinking of other dancers
If the writing is sloppy or disorganized, he quickly starts over
Pressing the pen to the paper until the line satisfies him
and things are moving on again in his solo fashion
Juan has a gentle secret- a secret you can find in his eyes
Juan is forever dancing a tango
Karen Lucey May 2008
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