words by dominic riccitello

i swing with a void
two arms too far
we pace like lions
foot after foot
dancing to our own beat
love which buckled
rather than defeat
we twirl our legs
between here and there
extend our hope 
three times too far
i slip instead of walk
tango instead of slow dance
hands at a beat
legs at a pace
which feels too far from here
and just about there