She feels music in her body
graceful as a thousand ships
set off to sail she rocks gently,
toe tapping, sometimes heel
striking exclamations in a
sad lament or spirited reel.
Her face, calm as sea birds gliding
in an updraft, pale against
the blues and grays; so her
lace scarf sits about her neck.
And when she sings she looks
at everyone, just a fraction
of connection. Men remember how
they used to crave their wives-
8th notes flutter, cheeks turn pink,
pearl buttons on a concertina
make promises to surely be kept
before this sweet night sleeps.