Tipping with Joy
Stephanie Maher
The kitchen is bright and cool,
I am thinking about painting.
Paul Simon is on the radio,
Now I am thinking about dancing.
We were twirling,
Every woman’s secret favorite thing,
And you said, “I am yours all night.”
My shoes scuffed with each turn,
The band swirled, mixed with the dance-less partners watching from the side.
Watching us being happy, again.
And they whispered to one another,
“Remember, remember when they always looked this way?
Spinning, tipping with joy?”