'Shall I dance'
and I said 'sure';
Dupont Circle, Washington DC
is made of drums
plastic containers
of sizes and shapes
I didn't count
a man with sticks
and a single girl
who made the Capitol stop,
who danced and danced
and when she was done
simply said
'No boyfriend would ever have let me, but you did'
and she sang the songs of Fikrit Kizilok
and I sang Amaradeva
she translated and I did too
and that was the second dance
on a night of open words
and feet unleashed
by heart.
