Two Left Feet
Love ambles about in err
often confused to find
it has again managed to stumble
mumbling to itself through
a lifetime of relationships
never willing to change only
yearning to be fleet footed
becoming over time disenchanted
changing to avoid metamorphosis
into a human variant of newt
or flotsam in a rain puddle
learning new dance steps.
A rhythm, never before attempted
by two left feet.