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?
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My Long Thigh Bone