Mad Mazurka
g.a. scheinoha
The way you acted
someone watching
would’ve thought
we had no life
outside
the village
that tomorrow
never came,
that this aft
we wouldn’t run
headlong
toward Wisconsin,
leaving all this
ethnic nonsense
behind.
Anyone could see
you lived for
the dance, this
very moment
when our
arms linked
your heels
met cobblestone
and our eyes
took a step
or two
of their own.
