Dance, Little Girl

The bus is up and running again, and I made it home just in time to jump aboard!

This week it's being ably driven by the lovely poet Teressa Wellborn of The Chocolate Chip Waffle. Visit Teressa for links to other Poetry Bus poems on this week's Keith Carter photo prompt. Here's mine.

Dance, little girl,

Dance, litle girl,

Whirl and twirl

Faster and faster

Until you master

The music as it flows.

Dance, little girl,

Dance, little girl,

Whirl and twirl

Tighten and tighten

Until you lighten

The chords inside your soul.

Dance, little girl,

Dance, little girl,

How quickly shifts the light;

How sudden comes the night;

How color goes to gray;

How darkness ends the day.

Dance, little girl.

Dance, little girl.

Dance yourself away.

Swinging Summer Street

Spinning, spinning,

the pavement tilts and settles,

tilts again; music drums a beat, colors

whirling faster and faster to the thrum

thrum in our ears, our veins, our feet

on the hot Kentucky street.

Strings of summer rise with heat

as we turn, turn, heads back,

eyes sliding sideways, hair whipping cheeks,

mouths stretching wider and wider

until only the sound and the color

and the beat of the music course

in our ears, our veins, our feet

on this swinging summer street.