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.



© 2011 Tamera Dobbins