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A wobbly top

she hula-hoops on an overturned bucket
mid subway-station platform
zinging wild arpeggios from her violin.
Steadfast in syncopation
she swirls and whirls –
a goddess gyroscope
pulsing subterranean rhythm.
And not the leers or cheers of passers by
nor express train’s roar
alters the orbit of her spin, but
only when I try to snap her picture
she whips around
shoots me that Medusa look –
my smart phone shakes
and I am salt.

  David Elsasser