Tuesday, February 1, 2011

belly dancing

she takes a belly
dance class
on wednesday
at the rec center,
although
strangely she
has none. her
tummy is as flat
as a board, she is
mary martin on
a vine, swinging
across the stage,
and yes, i know
with that random
observation, that
i'm most likely
showing
my advanced age,
but this belly
dancing class
warms her blood,
and gets her crazed
with the drumbeat
and flute, making
her shake and shimmy,
gyrate like a blender
on puree, she knows
how to get that
cobra to rise
out of the basket
in the corner, i'm
all for this belly
dancing, it beats
the knitting class
she took before.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

ohhh, you! such a way with words - a master at making me smile when i am just about to hit the wall from exhaustion.