The Leiry Loop

Mistletoe

in the midst

of swaying
hips
and
marrionettes
of modern
music

her black-marked
pearls 
darting

left
right
left
right—
center

of intoxicated
youth
and blood
fountains
in aluminum

the heart
of
her heels
beating
and

not a
moment to
lose

of laughter in
disarray
and
she—

her pearls
fell
deep
into an
ocean

and
chance

all
alone
under
the

mistletoe