Empty dance floor

The empty patio conjures memories
of a school dance floor
festooned in crepe paper,
birds chattering on the sidelines
like students in their finery,
dropped off, coaxed inside
with a parent’s murmur,
ushered in with a brief lecture;
have fun, but don’t touch anyone.

 

Many of us could write a book about the horrors of middle school dances, from the perspective of a student or as a chaperone years later. Anyone want to share? (G-rated only)

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