DANCING IN STARLIGHT

DANCING IN STARLIGHT

He loves her -
her red bonnet
identical to
matching strands
of hair.
He loves the
way she moves,
dancing -
his red
whiskers tickle
her freckled
face.

She watches him,
while he flirts
beneath the brim
of his straw hat.
She twists her
body to the left,
needing not his
tender touch.

He wraps his
arms about her
waist -
as he is touching
bows, ribbons,
and petticoats.
He kicks his
feet - pebbles
fly
lifting sand
into air.

She listens
to a crowd laugh –
reckless
as men begin to
clap, cheer, gulp
beer, in midnight
air – staring at a
girl, her hair flows
left then right
twisting as her hips.

Knowing how
life will be
next Friday -
sipping seltzer
watching.

Nancy Duci Denofio
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