this dance.

the flames danced
on the water
but i was unchanged

maybe i was looking for something bigger
or louder

i at least imagined it being more spectacular
if it was to set our creek on fire.

oh, the opera was nice
and so was the dancing
and the wine tents
although next time, i wish they wouldn’t run out of chardonnay

they were slightly unprepared
but i wasn’t —
in my baby blue bag i carried sandals
incase my red and white polka dotted heels
caused trauma my feet could no longer stand

and i imagined the hike back to the car
after i’d had enough of the flames
would be long and hot

but it wasn’t

it felt short
too short
like most of the time i spend lately
with the company i keep