By the time I realized it <br />it was too late. The words <br />were 'out there' standing abandoned <br />on the dance floor, spotlight shining, <br />the crowd suddenly silent. <br /> <br />They do their best to carry on: <br />a quick-thinking tango with <br />well-timed spins that hold <br />the crowd for a few seconds. <br /> <br />Eventually, the music dies <br />but the curtain stays up. <br />Now all I can hope for <br />is a graceful dip and poetic bow, <br />followed by a fast exit <br />before the tomatoes start flying.<br /><br />Lori Boulard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tap-dancing-with-my-tongue/
