She had asked for a slow song to dance to
and so, she swayed before us
unsure of how to move
she could not stomp and spin
she could not pop and lock
she could only rock gently
her arms swinging slowly by her side
We put up the tents
in a thicket of pine and cedar
on a ridge overlooking the cove.
The site was secluded and quiet,
but later we drove to the beach,
with its hot sand and crowds.
In the white platinum heat
of a cloudless summer sky,
a feast of tanned,...
Connie empties a container of crayons onto the kitchen table and rushes to another newly-remembered hiding place, frantic with industry. Her footsteps return, arms stretching up towards the ceiling, triumphantly brandishing glue sticks and plastic scissors. ...
He had not expected to be here watching her again. She hadn’t called him in years, but here he was sitting in a white-lace dressed chair, with a single rose slotted down the back. He watched Lily dancing with her father, just this once and only because it was her weddi...