Ten lines.  That’s all you need.  Our poem of the week is by a Michigan poet who has a few words of wisdom from his Grandpa.  It comes from the fall issue of Third Wednesday, which will be in the mail to our subscribers in just a few days.

For
Life’s Dance

Grandpa
taught me to slow dance
for
that first dance in fifth grade.
Place
your right hand,
just
firmly enough,
on
her back,
so
she can feel it,
Then
she will decide
if
she wants to move with you.
That’s
all I remember –
all
that ever mattered.

     Timothy
Philippart
     Holland,
Michigan