Next Time

Perhaps

I looked the fool,

dancing like I did,

in front of them all.

 

A few joined in,

fools together,

attempting to coax

those who seemed

content to watch.

 

Relentless regret,

for moments

judged foolish.

 

If regret

serves a purpose,

it can only be this:

 

How can I be

a better,

braver

fool,

next time?

carolPhoto: Leigh Pumilia

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