Third Poem of 2011 (b/c the 1st two are not for public viewing)

Ballroom floor confetti

Sparkles like the stars.

I spin through resolutions

And tiptoe through the sky.

Holding on to all that matters,

Letting go of all the rest.

These are the simple moments

Where constellations start.

Dancing fire into darkness,

Laughing with the promise.

Play one more song, I beg him.

What’s your name, he asks.