Skin dances
at the end of fingertips,
in rhythm with each exhalation.

Every stroke an exultation:
a waltz, a samba – – – rock and roll.
Drumbeats invade all senses.

A smile indexed,
not misfiled in memory.

The rooms cloaked in a breeze as you stroll by,
fetch from the zephyrs on your morning walk,
crisp sunlight.

Lips taste of cinnamon and butter.

About Doug Lewandowski

I have walked a varied path. I was a Christian Brother, an English teacher/counselor and Licensed Psychologist. I have a twice monthly column in the Duluth News Tribune and have had a story published in the Nemadji Review and placed third in this year’s Jade Ring contest of the Wisconsin Writer’s Association. I was a commentator for KCRB, Minnesota Public Radio in the 90s. I transplanted to Duluth to be closer to grandchildren.
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