Dancing In the Midnight Air
He loves her. . .
her red bonnet
identical
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 his wide brim
hat. . .
She twists her
body to the left,
needing not his
tender touch.
He wraps his
arm's about her
waist. . .
while touching
bows, ribbons
and petticoat. . .
He kicks his
feet as pebbles
fly lifting sand
into the air.
She listens
to a crowd laugh -
reckless as they
clap, cheer, gulp
beer. Wondering
where she will be
in tomorrows midnight
air.
Nancy Duci Denofio - 1997
Written while observing
paintings at the Chicago Museum of Art
And, I am sure you can recall the piece of art?
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