Dan Richman


 In a bar by the sea
they dance the tango to a lady playing records.
She looks bored.
What more does she need?
Because there’s plenty going on.
Couples come a hundred miles
to dip and slide against each other -                                                                   
tight skirts, heels, hats, black suits.                                                                
And the joint shakes when each wave
smacks against the rocks.                                                                     
The windows steam up.
This is hot stuff. The bodies are strong. The faces lit.
The night is wet. And the ocean serious                                                  
as it has been
for three point five million years. 

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