We can dance

By any chance,
Would you care to dance
On the floor of imperfection?
Our bodies move
Like you never knew
With such great intention

Pick a dance, I don't care
I have many steps to share
We can fly
Right on by
People whom we've never met
We can dance how we want, so perfection's not to fret.

poem by Canyonne Hastings
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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