Bronwyn, Ren Fair, Southern California 12/7/24

It was hot, too expensive
and you didn't want to go
not alone anyway
renaissance fair in late May
everyone sweating
dressed to doublets and kilts
except for a dancing flame
wearing bell bottoms
and low slung swaying hips
she was willowy and tall
parading bare feet
all the adornment needed
with eyes the color of poetry
possessing a hawks' way of seeing
into your heart
and into your mind
a new dance beginning
with joyous first steps
you bump into her by design
with a smile like the sun
she grabs your hand
two hours later
waking from a daze, laughing
sharing a giant turkey leg and mead
she's wiggling pelvic bones to get
more comfortable on your lap
and you realize
this is the same dance
as you wipe grease from cleft of her chin

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