an instant choreography of our conversation.
Her familiar rhythmic motion seems to keep
flow of thought musically cohesive.
We play at soliloquies,
interweave of dialog,
tangential themes, dissonance in
effective counterpoint, comic relief.
Euphoria enhances assiduously.
Rarely do we hear her voice, or need it
for eloquence. These gabfests include all
who are present. From each according to
individual style. Tonight, to welcome year’s end,
we assemble to figure out this season of
stress and expectation.
Euphoria falls into slump as if exhausted.
A mischievous grin peeks from between
Her fingers float, mime symbols rising
on bare air. She crawls into upward pose,
awaits our inspiration.
Jester sarcastically Ho-Ho-Hos.
She bows, lifts his right arm to her
left shoulder, then deftly pirouettes
across the room.