Dancing With Ava

By Ann Kircher

March 17, Farley’s, Potrero Hill, San Francisco

It’s a sweet Irish waltz.
Turning and turning
I see the entire room:
Potato faced woman
With dyed red hair
And the handsome man at a table
Smiling at me each time I turn.

The light dancing through the windows 
Is bright and optimistic
And the air crisp spring carries
Green and poppy hills into the room.

At the center of the musicians
Is Liam, playing the waltz on a mandolin
Body sore from recent surgery
But never letting on
Blue eyes deeper and just for the day
Forgetting that he had lung cancer.

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