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Laure-Anne Bosselaar: Earbug
(Astor Piazzola’s Libertango)
Ah, it’s back. It hadn’t hummed in my head for years —
that achingly joyful accordion tango.
So hopeful at first, but with what zeal
it fades to gloom.
& just like that, it’s like a hand
at the small of my back, a nudge to the hips
to start the whole body swaying.
So why not have a twirl with it
in my kitchen, swing along with branch-shadows
on the walls — a sweet little elegy
of a dance, a few solitary steps,
as the winter wind spins
its nostalgia in the air,
& December lifts the languishing day
to dance away with it toward night —
so early, so soon.
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Copyright 2022 Laure-Anne Bosselaar. First published in Cavewall Number 17.
Laure-Anne Bosselaar's many books include These Many Rooms published by
Four Way Books.
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“a sweet little elegy
of a dance, a few solitary steps,
as the winter wind spins
its nostalgia in the air”
Such a lovely poem, Laure-Anne, with its thread of sadness.
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Dearest Laure-Anne, I love your capacity for entwined litost and joy.
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Yes
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Thank you again and again — and me too, I’m impatient to meet you and Eva and to hug you “for real” at last!
May the holidays be all that you hope for, friend, Laure-Anne
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Lovely, Laure-Anne.
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I always love what that woman has on her mind and in her hands.
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Thanks, Sean. I do too.
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