The Beautiful Irony

(Palmdale, California 2011)

After we undressed the pine
and folded up its boughs,

snow fell
on the south land.

Palm leaves flared
like ghost fans

a geisha
may have swirled
during her stage dance
honoring Winter.

Inspired, I went out
and became dance child
of the high desert ---

no gliding
on barge-slow sandals, all

stray steps
in soaked tennis shoes.

And whirling there
under sky, umbrella
and sparrow's song,

I watched you smile,
a tall figure
handsome enough
to light the yard,

regal lamp
descending from The House
of Magyar

delivered from a street
I have always known
as Poetic.