The Dance
She peeked quietly,
Mischievously,
From the corners
Of her eyes.
"Dance with me,"
she said.
"Dance with me, boy."
It wasn't a question.
He watched her
dance with others
(there was always a line)
and wondered . . .
but he danced alone.
They met one day,
almost by chance,
like two people who pirouette
to avoid colliding in the hall,
and felt the dance."Dance with me,"
she said.
"Dance with me, boy."
It wasn't a question.
Jon Donley
Summer 1992