, ,

You shuffle your feet

I do mine

Around the ring

we move and swing

this way and that

in a wary dance

forward and backward

left and right

the steps never in unison

it is no delusion

You advance I withdraw

when you retreat, I press on

Enough of pandering

no one is winning

Puncture the egos

let us call it quits

you are weary

so am I

– Shail Mohan (Nov 2010)

Written for 3WW CCXVI

The words this week: shuffle, pander, advance