Jitterbug

I dance on this hard surface,
And the equal and opposite
Dances back on me.

I absorbed some different shade,
And what reflects to you
I cannot see.

But I taste distinctive hope,
The sweet salt-water pucker
Of forgiven memory.

And when I am alone
With all my years,
I dance free.

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