Dianne's Song
by Dale Neibaur
We went dancing
last night,
And on and on the music
swirled
us
hither
and
yon,
back and forth
across
the
floor,
pirouetting
with
wild
abandon,
careless
of
where
we
went.
It was great fun.
But came a moment
(as always does)
when the music stopped.
You looked at me
and I looked back
westolejustonemoreswirl
then
walked
away
arm
in
arm.
[I wrote this poem shortly after my first dance. It was in the fall of my senior year, and the dance was my second date ever. Thank you, Dianne! I hope your feet have finally healed.
I also wrote a short-short story on this dance for a BYU class. Read Fancy Dancer if you're interested.]