The Dance

Hand in hand

they twist and turn

spinning

grinning

circling round

rhythm is of no concern

simple joy

is simply earned

music

make the people twirl

music

disregard the world

music

bring both young and old

music

make the timid bold

hand to shoulder

hand to waist

practiced steps

at practiced pace

bring a smile

to every face

set toes to tap

and minds to peace

music

make the people twirl

music

disregard the world

music

make us feel as one

different notes

for everyone

in a line

they move in sync

in a line

they coexist

let this world

be like a dance

where stepping on toes

is taking a chance

music

make the people twirl

music

reconnect the world

music

make each heart a verse

music

better even worst

let the ryhthm of life

be set to a song

which everyone knows

and dances along

which everyone sings

hitting good notes and bad

and when the tune ends

looking back

being glad

dance

when you don’t know the song

dance

when you don’t get along

dance

when you are down right tired

dance

when stuck fast in the mire

dance

and hold the nearest hand

dance

til legs no longer stand

and dance

dance

dance.

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Author: Anne Celano Frohna

I have been writing for as long as I could hold a pencil in hand and would not feel complete without it. And I actually made a meager living at it (and as an editor) for 25 years. I worked for newspapers and magazines, in graphic arts and advertising, and wrote several local history books. But I have also taught English in Japan, been a Nanny/family chef in Italy, worked in and for museums, was an Airbnb Superhost for four years, as well as an Etsy shop owner, where I sold vintage items I found over the years at thrift stores and yard sales. After moving to Arizona with my family in 2010, I completed a series of different writing projects, including two books of creative non-fiction: Just West of the Midwest: a comedy (Based on journals I kept during my two years as an English teacher in rural Japan.) Within Close Range: short stories of an American Childhood (Short stories and poems about growing up as the middle of five children in suburban Chicago.) But in the past few years, I have found my voice in poetry. I am a mother of two wonderful girls, Eva (26) and Sophia (24) and wife to one wonderful husband, Kurt. In 2023, with our girls grown and off on their own, my husband and I packed up our things and moved to the tip of Italy’s heel, to the Salento region, where I continue to work on my poetry, as well as a new fiction project, and indulge in my passion for mosaics - all of which you can view on my Instagram page @ acfrohna.

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