I’m dancing to the Supremes while making dinner

When I happen to look at my dolphin bone.

I found it down on the beach’s rocks

A long curved bone

It reminds me of the long curved backs of dolphins

As they roll up out of the sea.

I look down at my long thigh bone

And wonder if anyone will think of me

When I dance my way into archaeology

And all the music left is in my bones—

I wonder, will anyone see this bone and dream

Of the way I used to dance to the Supremes?

 

My Long Thigh Bone

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