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(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. -- 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.