Pandemic Poem #31 / Pivoting

Isn’t it funny how we get some new words, or new meanings for old words when something big is going down. This poem is a play on one such word.

It’s also yet another haiku, this time a double.

Unable to dance
The future a melody
We don’t know steps to

We keep pivoting
Like we’re all wearing red shoes
Balconies beckon


This poem has since had the collab treatment as part of Slamalamadingdong‘s Mix & Match Slam.

I was able to play with layering of audio and the rhythm of the haiku, and Elena Osalde danced to the track.

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