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Salsa Lesson at the Latin Jazz Alley

John Murillo

The dance floor is a fistful
of flamboy√°n petals, scattered
twists of sinew and stilettos,

a rainforest of thighs. Tonight,
a conga will conjure raindrops
under a blue silk dress

and I will ache for a woman
who dances in a tongue
where God and goodbye

share the same root. Tonight,
I will learn grace
as the art of letting go.



John Murillo

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