summer country dances

“summer country dances”, when finished, will be, if not a sweet poem, a bittersweet one.  Here are three stanzas:

wheels sing concrete

road joints drowse

slow tires half turn

they minuet this tarred

summer

country

trance

 

children surveil adults

their nods

winks

their shouted whispers

dust

dresses

dance

 

hay-bail cushioned blankets watch

an oaked scotch whisky reel

a hornpipe

fiddle

eyes flirt

fingers touch

turn

withdraw

 

© 5 January 2020

Cindy B. Stevens

 

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