Hunkie Wedding
It was the
middle of the song
and all the instruments
kicked in,
keyboard, guitar and accordion,
two trumpets blasting,
the drummer pounding out
the one-two, one-two beat
of the Chicago-style polka,
the young couples hopping
and rocking side-to-side,
old couples sliding their feet,
when he began to twirl,
going 'round
and around,
keeping the beat,
from one end
of the crowded dance floor
to the other,
past the bride and groom's table,
past the bar,
everything reeling
in a a whirlwind
of colors and shapes,
smoke and beer and wine,
whoops and shouts
in Polish and Slovak,
"Hej! Hupaj siup!"
his partner laughing,
dancers stomping,
clarinet wailing,
the one-two, one-two
in him now,
pulling him in circles,
a dervish spinning,
right palm raised.
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