Dancing in my head

Laughing backing down our driveway
the snow storm abating
NPR on the radio, talking
Shanequa snapping gum beside me
causing me to smile

She said her things were dancing in her head
I had two she had three, our shopping list,
she had the things for taco night
I had the things for mom

I laughed and asked if the ingredients
were dancing to a mariachi band;
She paused for a minute, thoughtful
and said, yes, they were

Tomatoes, shredded cheese, sour cream
all that we still needed
for the taco night dinner

Soon to be a whirl of motion
in our kitchen, our “Kitchen Stadium!”. . .
with sous chefs swarming. . .


March 1, 2012

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