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Betrayed by the Four Gold Tops by James Taylor

I reached out
to touch the bar
where you ordered
your plies and and an entre-chat
to go,
 
Even took
the overnight bus, five hours,
arrived sleepless in time to watch
the dawn's milk floats rising
to stutter round Victoria.
Some dancers got dry cornflakes,
I didn't care.
 
stretching all the way from Jarrow
up to Highgate Hill
on your quivering points,
under Dame Nanette's watchful stare,
absently tapping her stick
keeping the line well balanced and still.
 
I even took
the overnight bus, five hours,
arrived sleepless, in time to watch
dawn's milk floats rising
to stutter round Victoria.
Some dancers got dry cornflakes,
I didn't care.
 
Finally, we met for lunch,
you were half an hour
late,
we ate platefuls of silence,
I had reached out as far
as I could
but you just weren't there.

 

 

 

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