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Falling
by Jo Anne Richardson
On the dance floor
your arm wrapped
tightly
round my waist
my head tilted back
I was laughing
and free
a child again on the swing set
curly hair flying out behind me
tiny toes
reaching for the sky.
On the dance floor
I may have looked
steady on my feet
but in reality
I was falling.
Jo Anne Richardson is a Seattle-based poet and author who recently left Microsoft to form her own
company (Rich Write Communications). You can read her poetry in the Spring 2006 issue of Uncapped
by clicking on the Archives link.
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