perfect body ribboned and embroidered      even before
the music starts she talks to you         to anyone within range
a warm smile of childlike teeth     shiny ponytail    a few wisps by her ears
the music has her bopping in her chair         she can’t help herself
one arm flies up   wrist waving         her body follows and she is
doing her own dance     wiggle of hips and bum   
shoulders and breasts shimmy      she waves a smile
at the fiddle player      when the moment strikes her                                           
                     
                           you can’t look away

the music done     she throws arms around your neck
one of those tight body hugs you feel all over
she says she is 45 but you can only think of toddlers
their elation once they start to crawl and walk and bounce
“The world is my oyster” was the description from neo-Freudian
Margaret Mahler         indeed the world seems to be hers to relish
this child of 45      certain that any one of us wants
nothing more than to hear her chatter    follow her
pony tail      bouncing before the band