stood transfixed perchance holding a golden
ring in 1 hand, balanced, cusped in her fingertips
a ring as gold as desire, as gleaming, as smooth,
as praise she held it within her fingertips,
offering it to the sky, to sight of
all to share her wonder at its beauty
in simplicity which is
the greatest power.
The ring within her fingertips caused men and women to stop and stare. That was the power of a moment midst taffy and slippers, marvels and hares.
Violet was not aware of that having lost herself within the ring and its brilliant asterisms flashing from her fingers, marking her violet sleeve even to the white lace cuff.
distance from her, across tables of mounded
fruits, oranges, melons, and a vendor of bread
whose stall was built of baskets laden, fragrant
offerings, twists, gimlet currants, yellow egg, Esme(e)
walked with hands caught behind and stopped
and watched Violet lost in the ring for
a long, still moment and then walked on.
African women danced in the fountain lifting high their mahogany and ebony thighs shining their pink-soled feet they danced in, out, weaving the waters, breaking the falling waters into fans, racemes, plumes, breaking them apart in cascades of silver blinding bright they danced laughing, spinning worlds, flinging hands of water at 1another twirling, dipping, bending agilely spinning in high leaps until their many chains of garnet beads flew higher than their sparkling heads.
Elaine watched them afraid they would enable Cleo; they did; Elaine enjoyed them anyway her back toward wherever Cleo had gone and whatever Cleo might do Elaine weighed the black dancers, their flashing wet skin, their twinkling wet hair with lips compressed in thought for her an inward pleasure, an absorbing of the dance.