June 5, 2010
Denim skirt swirling,
You spin across the dance floor
With a smile on your face
Like the clockwork cosmos spinning around you
In infinite majesty,
Grand and eternal and spotless
As your high-topped white sneakers with the
White ribbon laces.
Your husband keeps pace flawlessly,
His only imperfection his red and white seersucker shirt,
Soaked with sweat in the humid
Afternoon, everyone sweating except
You, the spinning one,
The denim skirt, unimpeachable,
Untranslatable in your transubstantiation
Of cosmic elements and music of the spheres
Transmitted via waves of three-count polka
Music, converting billions of years
And billions of moments
And billions of interactions into
Just this polka moment
Just this polka polka You.
