PAIGEGORTONHALLBLUHDORN

POEM

Corners split

Corners split like a plie' in first position here, there and everywhere. 
Up the down of every stair, I stare. 

Bobbing from chair to chair or side to side just for fun like Fred Astaire I find myself waltzing with a broom. 

In strident circles all a glow, radiant ringlets of my youth, a twirl and swirl a drum, a hum, hum...

In corners my eye spotted to make the transition to the next, 
a swirl a twirl a bit dizzying if I didn't spot that corner, if it slipped my eye to the next. 

The clock ticking, watches flicking, with Diamonds flirting in the light. My partner panting smiling smugly remarking at the  practice of this prance.
It paid off in spades and left us Kings and Queens in the only empty corner it was the last dance.