where hardly anyone dances

Thursday night
at the town wharf
the day's heat sucked out to sea,
taking the humidity with it:
good riddance;
the 200-plus
teenagers gathered
for the dance
suffuse the air
with newly brewed
estrogen
and testosterone --
birds with new feathers,
learning how to
walk the walk,
much less fly --
the air hisses
as the music
makes everything
THROB,
while the not quite full moon
presides over
the trusted ritual
of the dance
where hardly anyone dances.



July 22, 2010.

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