There's something
especially
excruciatingly
lovely
about dancing
on a hot December day
crisp sparkling water,
spilling over with each
uncontrolled
turn.
Socks sliding -
who can hate
the poor attempts
at dance.
That slowly, surely, surely,
convince everyone else to join in.
Short smirks
and unruffled
chuckles.
12/23/2015
Riley Welch
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