women place such emphasis
on the center of gravity
when entering secret government
installations wearing very
your new currency
looks good in utterly useless
charming little pockets.
sleeping when the music stopped.
I noticed everything of course
the skin color, the reluctantly
edited suggestion. the heat
was a peacock in the midst
of the crowd. everyone gathers
at the squeals, hoots, and shouts.
small groups eventually wander off
into the twilight.
there’s no mistaking your
pearl shawl and wide legged slacks
cutting a figure through the crowd.
all that matters is that I
may live after all. let's celebrate:
first cup of coffee, far better form
sap running, warm air, nature's
vivid gorgeousness, spring blowing
the end of swirling pity.
© R. Jeffrey Roberts