Glimmering

Green sequin glimmer.
Spiral flashing inner
Aura.
I dance with Dora

And shake my shoulders.
Manilla folders,
Files unfurling
Footnotes hurling.

What are we saying
When prairie hands laying
Over bitter truth
And dry vermouth?

Our toasty talent,
An awkward balance
'Tween finely pointed
And oils anointed.

A solemn screaming,
Ribbon streaming,
Party platter.
Does it matter

While we’re dreaming?

I love your look.
It’s like a book
Of verses,
Prayers and curses.

While you shake the hall,
Those hallowed walls
Can’t help but drink you.
I’d never think to.

Just in awe
While I perspire
​And hotwire
My jalopy jaw.

10/14/21