the beauty of attention
the succulence of dance.
Late night lights
Scorched grass becomes a sudden soft carpet
for dirty sweet feet
gyrating patterns beneath sweet hot bodies.
The mornings started with shock:
such bright sun for tender eyes
your strong dance now soft and tired.
These human raisins soaking up precious water
to begin the day once more, with:
wigs, sequins, fishnets, booties and boobies.
Juicy grape mamas letting loose with their browned honey men.
Beer and merriment spill forth the hot paths in the late afternoon.
Surprise hammock for two, last morning with three
you went and left your musical say.
Soon, only the pines will sing in the night quiet.